Dark Clouds
Author Dana Redricks
October 31, 2022
The dark clouds are spinning above my head. I'm finding it hard to not wish I was dead. I know this is kind of sad, but these are some of the thoughts flowing through my head. I haven't taken my meds in days, and sometimes this is the price I pay. I often think people would be better off without me, but I know this is not true. I'm trying to hold on and love me. My body has vengeance towards me, and I'm tired of all this pain and misery. Depression is my blanket that tries to smother me. My friends are my rope and are there to help me cope. The thing that keeps me going is my Savior, and my King. He's the reason why I'm here today, or I would have given up a long time ago.
Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2022
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