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Someone Listen

Im in the Darkness of depression In the depth of my despair. I called out into the blackness nobody seems to be there. Thay say to ring this number for help you will be seen But for 24 hour help you talk to a machine. So you have no-one to talk to and tell them how you feel My brain goes insane thinking these things are real So when I cut myself wishing my life will end JUST remember all I wanted was someone to listen A DOCTOR NURSE OR FRIEND....

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The Situation

Date: 9/9/2023 4:00:00 PM

God lead me to this Masterpiece. If your suffering Is real just know We have been there. And God is there always you just don't hear Him. He loves you. Do you love Him enough to listen?

Beata Agustin

Date: 9/9/2023 3:55:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/1/2023 2:17:00 PM

If this is you, I hope you find the help you need.

Andrew John

Date: 6/2/2023 8:09:00 AM

Oh dear! Machines. We do find ourselves talking to them on our phones - phones are themselves machines. It can be saddening. Thanks for the poem, Paul.