Please stop. Not now. I can't take this. Please I don't like the trembling. Stop taking my breath. I don't want to. You can't make me. It's not fair. I shouldn't have to appease you. It's not fair. Please. Light, I'm begging you. Let go. I can't handle this. It hurts. Everything hurts. My hands won't stop shaking. Please. I want to be okay. I want to not shake. It's not fair. It hurts. You know it hurts. Why do you have to keep doing this. I haven't tried yet this year. I don't want to yet. Not now. Everything was okay. Why is it all falling apart again. Not everything. Just me. Why do you have to continue this cycle with me. Just let me have some Peace Light. Where's Darkness? I need her. Please. It's not fair. Stop. You know I can't cry, Stop teasing my eyes. It's not fucking fair. I can't. I won't. You can't make me. Just shut up. Please just be quiet. I don't need those thoughts right now. It's not fair. Please. I'm begging you.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
