3AM Thoughts

• Posted by: Sammy S
• Created: September 24, 2016
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Some days I can't do anything.
Not because I don't want to, but because my mind won't let me.
I've got to stay, stay, stay, in bed until it feels I am merely existing
And I wish I hadn't existed.
No, it doesn't make me feel alive
But at that point I can hardly survive
You see, not everything is what we want.
No matter how many demons haunt.
I am afraid of what will happen if I keep living
What will happen?
The thought is daunting
This is not what I was wanting
Now I'm back in the hole of depression and there's no one to help me out.
The thoughts are suffocating
Myself I am hating.
Part of me wants to stay in here until I die
But the other half has hope I will fly
Out of this dark place and into the light
I still have some fight.

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