Where to begin...
It's been so long since I've written my thoughts, my life... Where does one comes back from where one left off? What do I do with this?
Do I tell my story, or do I write my thoughts for whatever they're worth. I guess they are worth something to me.
I feel trapped in my emotions, a swirling mass of darkness. So ominous I know, it's just feeling as if I am not allowed to express my true feelings. There are so many factors in that I need to consider. My life is not my own to express, so it bubbles right below the skin. I fear things will explode, and will ruin everything within myself.
I sometimes think things would be so much easier if I would just die in my sleep. Lost in forever dreams. I am afraid of hurting those I love, it keeps me from doing anything drastic, but the darkness is always there threatening to swallow me whole.
Depression is a fickle beast with large teeth and claws that wish to rip me to apart. The question is will it...
Do I tell my story, or do I write my thoughts for whatever they're worth. I guess they are worth something to me.
I feel trapped in my emotions, a swirling mass of darkness. So ominous I know, it's just feeling as if I am not allowed to express my true feelings. There are so many factors in that I need to consider. My life is not my own to express, so it bubbles right below the skin. I fear things will explode, and will ruin everything within myself.
I sometimes think things would be so much easier if I would just die in my sleep. Lost in forever dreams. I am afraid of hurting those I love, it keeps me from doing anything drastic, but the darkness is always there threatening to swallow me whole.
Depression is a fickle beast with large teeth and claws that wish to rip me to apart. The question is will it...