God Bless My Dying SoulA Poem by HushChild In the midst of depression, no hope is seen for me.
My stomach's in my throat
And I can't hear a thing... -I'm starting to think I forgot how to breathe. © 2013 HushChild |
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1 Review Added on March 2, 2013 Last Updated on March 2, 2013 Tags: Depression, suicide, death, pain, fear Author
HushChildWonderland, GAAboutI have been on the razors edge far too many times before. I have fallen in and out of love far too many times. I have written and wasted far too many poems. more..Writing
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