Archive | October, 2014

Because

13 Oct

Because of my illness, I hate myself most of the time. Because of my illness, I’m no longer myself. Because of my illness, I do things differently. Because of my illness, life has a different meaning. Because of my illness, people look away. Because of my illness, I can’t get out of bed. Because of my illness, I’m always sad. Because of my illness, I miss the old me. Because of my illness, I can’t stand to be here. Because of my illness, I will continue to struggle. Because of my illness, I will always question everything. Because of my illness, my heart will always ache. Because of my illness, I just don’t know anymore. Because of my illness, I don’t know what will become of me. Because of my illness, a lot has been ruined. Because of my illness, I pray that it will be okay. Because of my illness, I pray I’ll make it through another day. Because of my illness, I will daydream of a life free of depression. Is that ever going to be possible?

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