Who wants a broken heart
Do you?
I know I don't
But its to late
My heart broke so long ago
I forgot how to be happy
I've forgotten how to live
Now that my soul weeps
My soul begs to be free
To be loved
My weeping soul begs to be a mended soul.
A soul with a purpose.
Not like now without a purpose
And need.
I need to be needed and loved
So I don't leave into the unknown.
The afterlife we all wish to be true.
I wish to be free.
But would dying be free?
Or would it define the reality that nothing is free.
Everything has a cost.
Eye for an eye.
Hand for a hand.
Soul for a soul..
How can people love living in a life of such uncertainty?
I can't.
I can't live not knowing.
But since we can't know.
We need hope.
Without hope. Humans are depressed
And defenceless.
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A Fight With Depression
Short Story(Trigger Warnings) Do not read if you are bothered by reading very real everyday senarios such as suicide, self harm, and other things that tend to mend with having most mental illnesses. This book is a different book where every chapter is a short...
