Misery

He couldn't win for losing He couldn't take anymore Life was not amusing It was only a chore His mind was a mess He only felt pain Dull at it's best He was going insane He reached into his drawer and took out his gun With no hesitation held it to his head He pulled the trigger and it was done You wonder what you could have said

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Darren White

Date: 11/14/2016 12:07:00 AM

I suffer from Major Depression Disorder.... I know that feeling when at my lowest point. I am glad to be here and use writing to help myself to a better place.

Darren White
Date: 11/15/2016 9:13:00 AM

Exactly! It is the same for me. Take care. ..

Nikki Reynolds
Date: 11/14/2016 10:53:00 PM

Writing can definitely be therapeutic. I have suffered from depression for many years. It's much better now but I have had some pretty tough times. It's good to know we're not alone when it comes to something so life altering. Writing is a form of relief for me. I write things I could never talk about in conversation. It helps to get it out of my head.