This may be the last thing I write.
I've never understood why it was so hard to continue.
Continuing with living.
Depression rules life.
It is easier to die than it is to live.
This is no suicide note, I tell you.
I'm hoping the Lord will take my soul and heal my pain.
Without me having to hurt others.
We work so hard to live, we almost kiss death right on it's putrid lips.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
This may be the last thing I write.
I've never understood why it was so hard to continue.
Continuing with living.
Depression rules life.
It is easier to die than it is to live.
This is no suicide note, I tell you.
I'm hoping the Lord will take my soul and heal my pain.
Without me having to hurt others.
We work so hard to live, we almost kiss death right on it's putrid lips.
