depression hurtz but symbalta can help. but thats not true. it cant help the constant thought of suicide or the thought of death. it cant help the felling of hell creeping upon u. i try to stay alive by avoiding myself... becoming another person.. no.. a creature. the will to live thats no more. death is inches away.... u hope that things can get better but in truth.. it only gets worse. u look up to the sky... deep in the stars..... the place where u can really think. but to me... its impossible. i have no allies but i have no enemies. im just a wondering soul looking for a reason to live... to keep pushing forward. i thought i had found mine... my true will to live. but when it goes so has ur will. im ready for death inching for a knife going thru my chest, for a bullet to go thru my head. but i still beleive i have a reason to live. somewhere out there that is what is pushing me forward. separating me from heaven and the deep ditches of hell.
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