I need a cure.

If only being dead is easy just like erasing memories and stop the pain from bleeding, you will find me dead a long time ago.
But being dead ain’t easy, so do living this life.
Fighting against depression and the thought of I never meant to be happy is not easy.
Waking up everyday realizing my life ain’t changing is not easy.
Discover my weakness even more is not easy.
And knowing I let everyone around me down because of me is not easy.
There’s a few times I tried to make myself pass out, holding my breath for a minute and then I failed to do it.
It must be three or four times before I gave up. I know it’s stupid but the only thing that can stop all this nonsense is letting me rest for a such a long time.
God, I’m tired.
I really do.
Save me.

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