Let the heavens cry for me
By Canon
My mind likes seeing me suffer, seeing me drown. Just when I make myself stronger, it beats me down. sorrow is my enemy, but it seems to always win. My mind likes beating the body and soul, that it lives in. no one ever realizes that when i write about this, im always crying. needing to be held, no one to hold me, so i wish i was dying. im alone in my room thinking of death, all because depression is my disease. tearing at the eyes, covering my face, and falling to my knees. looking to the sky, asking un-answered questions to my self. the questions never answered are endangering my mental health. it gets even harder when i break down, i can no longer hold the tears. the depression got stronger as i held it deep inside for so many years. by now my tears are flowing, the pain is unbearable, i cant even see. for depression is blinding, painful, i am depressed, depressed i will be. let the heavens cry down on me, shower me in heavens sorrow. provide me with enough rain to hide my sadness, my tears will be back tommorow. Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 11:46 AM PST, Joshua 0 • 1
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"My mind likes seeing me suffer, seeing me drown...."