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Feb 2014
I've been fighting
This war
For a long time now

Six years of my life
Lost to a disease
Known only as
Depression

Unimaginable misery
And torment
Condensed into
One word
Three syllables

Whose torture you
Cannot comprehend
Unless you know

Know the weight of
Inexplicable sadness
And hopelessness
Know a desperation so sharp

It cuts you
On the inside
So you cut
On the outside
For momentary relief

Know how
A single moment
Can feel like eternity

Know how
Sleep is impossible
When your pain
Demands to be felt

How it feels
Like you're constantly
Screaming for help
But no one hears
Or cares

How you make
Yourself a fortress
Impenetrable

Isolate yourself
So no one can
Hurt you as much
As you hurt yourself

Six years lost
To self inflicted scars
That document
Each time I
Lost a battle

Lost to bottles full
Of pills and
Harsh chemicals

Lost to a
Self enforced solitude
Barricading myself
In loneliness

Been fighting this
For a long time now
Maybe it's time
That I finally
Let go
Written as a possible suicide note to be used (by myself) in the future.
kate de winters
Written by
kate de winters  Canada
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