"You know
Sometimes it seems kind of easy to some.
Kind of... Simple, in a way.
You just kinda... Get up out of bed, y'know?
Like,
You just,
Turn your body round, and put each foot on the floor and just push up.
See...
Like this!" she smiled.
My best friend was trying to understand, but she just doesn't get it.
To me that seemed like such a hard task to accomplish; it meant that I had to find the strength to even think of stepping out of the bed.
I mean for what?
Sadness,
a feeling of uselessness?
Exactly.
So
I gave up trying to think
and therefor I never found a good enough reason to motivate me.
So I lay here
Dim
Limp
Lifeless.
Practically dead in a sense.
With no intention to move 'till the actual death.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
"You know
Sometimes it seems kind of easy to some.
Kind of... Simple, in a way.
You just kinda... Get up out of bed, y'know?
Like,
You just,
Turn your body round, and put each foot on the floor and just push up.
See...
Like this!" she smiled.
My best friend was trying to understand, but she just doesn't get it.
To me that seemed like such a hard task to accomplish; it meant that I had to find the strength to even think of stepping out of the bed.
I mean for what?
Sadness,
a feeling of uselessness?
Exactly.
So
I gave up trying to think
and therefor I never found a good enough reason to motivate me.
So I lay here
Dim
Limp
Lifeless.
Practically dead in a sense.
With no intention to move 'till the actual death.
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