Nikki Reynolds Poet Quatrain

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 November 14, 2016 at 12:07 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 November 15, 2016 at 9:13 AM Exactly! It is the same for me. Take care. .. Nikki Reynolds November 14, 2016 at 10:53 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.