Life Is But A Never Ending Virulent Cycle

talking or yelling

I wanted to talk about it Damn It I wanted to scream, like a wave crashing down upon the shore. I wanted to yell I wanted to shout about it, But all I could do was say I'm fine. When people ask are you ok

I tell them I'm tired but in fact I'm depressed to the point I hated myself I wanted to die. I tell people I'll be fine  tomorrow but I know, tomorrow I'll be worst. I tell lies everyday and I know , I'll not be able to stop it by myself. Because everyday feels like a tidal wave crashing upon cities and destroying them and making their life hell. Every night when I go to bed I think about everything. the pain that i feel it goes through my veins like acid burning through my hold I have upon my strength that's keeping me from turning my emotions off, and allowing my demons to take control. To take control of my mind, to take control of my body, and take control of my soul.