I’ve never been afraid to die
Truthfully I’m more afraid to live
How much pressure can one take?
Before he has to give into temptation
The pang of my generation
A temporally high
But once reality sets back in
Again you want to die
So how do I cope
With pain so deep
My life is a bad dream
But ironically I can’t sleep
Tossing and turning all night
Visions of the past
To ease my empty heart
I never have an empty glass
Trying to drink away the pain
Trying to forget the hurt
Somebody please help me
Before I go berserk!
But nobody seems to care
Fake friends that I won’t even mention
One thing I’ve learned over the years is this
Depression leads to addiction
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my story, His Glory
PoesíaThis collection of poems tells the story of someone trying to hold onto his Faith in the midst of adversity. Trails and tribulations that include depression, anxiety, dependence, and suicidal thoughts and actions. It details the dangers of slipping...
