God Bless My Dying Soul

God Bless My Dying Soul

A Poem by HushChild
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In the midst of depression, no hope is seen for me.

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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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You write a very powerful piece. Depression is quite a beast. Good job.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on March 2, 2013
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Tags: Depression, suicide, death, pain, fear

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HushChild
HushChild

Wonderland, GA



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I 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..

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