So I'm here few hours more for the year to end and I'm praying to be able to sneeze.
It sucks to have Covid but it's worse when the days pass and instead of feeling better you feel worse and not only for the disease but mentally aswell.
My sight got blurry and I knew I was about to have a break down. So I stood still and got mad, angry, that it's not enough to feel physically ill but now I was about to be mentally ill.
So I scream,
I scream I have enough! I'm done!
And I close my eyes and kept repeating over and over "this is enough for me".
Then I imagine my head falling off, and I understood I completely understood why all those people kill themselves.
Cause the head gets to heavy to carry.
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Give Light to Dark Thoughts
PoetryWhen the heart bleeds and nothing can heal it, the only thing left to do is write. Thoughts are volatile, sometimes they are cruel and other times are kind, nevertheless both are needed. If the pain didn't exist no one would know what happiness feel...
