The rhythm of depressionA Poem by Sammie SanchezMy depression
Cutting myself is tempting
But I won't give in. I will find a way to compete with the urges. I will be a fighter, right? 7 months without incident Why do I try anymore? The days in theses months are all circulating the hours from the days before with no end. I can't uses these same battle strategies to fight and win my every war. It's not working anymore. Like the medication you've taken for too long, and your body grows immune towards its effects. Writing theses same stories and listening to theses same songs time and time again has lost all means of help to me. Why does life have to be so redundant? With the same patterns and scenarios. Much like the scars on my body, once again reopening with new blood to be shed. With new tears of sorrow to be felt falling from my eyes, down my cheeks, from my face, and into my lap. Where my tears mix with the blood of my guilt and pain, sting my open wounds with the salt. Oh how I hate pity my very existence, I think as I reopen another scar after another Day 1 without incident © 2017 Sammie SanchezReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 21, 2017 Last Updated on January 21, 2017 AuthorSammie SanchezWaskom, TXAbout18 now. - as of the end of 2018 lol- Just message me. I haven't written anything in 2 years now but I wanna start writing again Add me on snapchat or instagram @samz2767 Any other questions/review.. more..Writing
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