Hey, I blog all the time! Blogging is great
I'll definitely read yours when it's up. Here it is, It's called Broken Beyond Repair.
I cannot let go of the past.
I'm always contemplating which day should be my last.
Life is a beautiful lie, death is the ugly truth.
It's all about fighting the battles of your youth.
I wish I was someone other than me.
I'm fighting to make the mirror happy.
The weight I lose is never enough.
This is life, It's time to get tough.
While I'm starving to be thin,
I cut to release the pain from within.
As I watch my pain bleed out,
I am silent, but I want to shout.
Anxiety makes me unable to breathe.
Screw this life, I want to leave.
Anxiety keeps me up all night.
I don't have much more of a fight.
I hide my depression with a smile.
As life flashes before me, I'm in denial.
Everything looks so bleak.
I am tired, and so weak.
I'm tired of living in this hell.
I wish this was my last farewell.
I live my life in constant doubt.
Suicide seems like the only way out.
I lost the battle, not the war.
Someday, recovery will come knocking at my door.