Depression Report #718

f*ck if I know...
It's a good day today. Found a bit of relief.
Sigh...
I just don't know...
I wonder about tomorrow. Will it bring pain?
Sigh... It takes all I have just to sigh.
One more time?
Sigh... It feels better.
But only for now. Hopefully later!
Sigh...
I just want to sleep...

The mood is set, the coffin comes to rest.
Tears and laughter God bless.
The dirt topples over my new found home.
Set to rot and reveal my emotions and bones.

Wait... Why am I still thinking?
My heart beats my eyes blinking.
Hard to breathe, so hard to breathe.
A slight jerking motion, whats beneath?

The coffin moves, I know its moving.
The sound of flowing water so soothing.
Scraps and bumps the coffin rattles around.
Screaming for nothing I can't make a sound.

Razor roots intrude into my resting space.
Cutting at my wrists and my confused face.
Water seeps in quickly turning to a flood.
Thrashing in razors water and mud.

Fighting and holding on to life whatever that means.
A small speck of light can be seen!
I can do this I can escape.
Drowning in emotions of hysterical rage.

Almost there I can feel the way out.
Still struggling to scream and shout.
Water fills the remaining spaces only to suffocate.
Two deaths in a day can anyone relate?

Crazy little things, crazy little cuts.
The voice in my head tells me its a must.
Staying alive is driving me fckng nuts.

Hate myself and all the people in the world.
The emotions trapped in my mind are hurled.
The vision of wisdom has been blurred.

If I could ask you to **** me, would you?
Loving me with hatred its what I want you to do.
Strangle my thoughts until my lips turn blue.

No more love, no more life, just stains of me.
Blame my suicide on the sole fact it was curiosity.
Its your own fault you didn't set me free.

The conclusion is you never really understood.
The evil in me was actually meant to be good.
Living, this I am aware that I should.

To late now forever frozen in space and time.
Meeting in the afterlife we can finally unwind.
Even though I am gone you will always be mine.

Deep in the woods of sin holds a golden gallows.
The beautiful waters glisten in the shallows.

The trees weep with the sight of sad misery.
The ground buries the remnants of artillery.

A magical place of fantasy and death.
The creeping moss takes one final breath.

An untainted paradise that will remain for years.
Only holding memories of death and fears.

One day the grounds will be trampled yet again.
Lost in life death is truly my only friend.

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Deep in the woods of sin holds sadness that is true.
The beautiful waters run with blood red hue.

The trees struggle for growth and might.
The ground slowly gives way into the night.
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A magical place that has fallen to death of man.
Moss sharp and brittle cutting of fingers and hands.

The tainted paradise stained with screams and blood.
Quietly sweeping branches under natures rug.

The grounds have been trampled nature has been disturbed.
Death of man is truly deserved

I am lifeless forced sitting still.
Hundreds of cuts no blood to spill.
Slaps and punches still I won't bruise.
Just don't leave me I am here to abuse.

Spill your pain onto me.
Lost on a suicidal journey.
Breaking through.
To something new.

Still lifeless, still no pain.
Come and attack me again.
Force your fears into my mind.
Seal it away never to remind.

Just don't leave me.
I will take your agony.

A past of sugar and modern day spice

In the past of a golden age.
To the future we turn a page.
Nothing to little, nothing to small.
But over time we have created all.
A golden thorn now settles beneath.
it settles beneath the working mans feet.
Great pyramids torn to the ground.
As the bombs drop, our hearts pound.
Was more for the better and good?
We have given all we could.
A tragic display of a wasteland.
Falling down, losing our stand.
Robots and machines create this way.
The sun drops and rises to a new day.
Further and further we **** us all.
Our generation shown big but taught small.
Look what we have into.
Do we understand? Do you?
From a sharpened stick to a firing gun.
The sugar is devoured but the spices still done.
Once you go so far you can’t go back.
Here we live in the days of black.

We talk, we chat, typing on the keyboard.
Pictures you I collect, file and hoard.
I laugh, I cry, I tell you all about me.
Even being so beautiful, your so friendly.
Chat room to IM and IMs to e-mail.
Talking with you never gets stale.
E-mails to IMs and IMs to the phone.
Always making me feel better when I feel alone.
I get attached, you get attached, we fall in love.
So close to one, yet to far away for hugs.
You laugh at my jokes and cry with my pain.
We share childhood memories of playing in the rain.
From IMs, to phone, from phone to person we finally meet.
happy and joyful we hug and kiss, so happy to be.
time has passed we cherish, love and finally marry.
the laughter continues, over the sands it’s you I carry.
Together forever, always it was meant to be.
I guess good things come from Internet curiosity