" There's an old saying about this place called hell where bad people go to after they're dead .
the worst part about hell is not the flames , it's the hopelessness.
and I think that is the part of hell that a person in depression really taste.
the hopelessness , the terrible hopelessness where everything is black .
there's nothing cheerful in anything , all I could see was death .
for instance I'd say what's the point of getting up , what's the point of eating I'm only going to die someday anyway .
what's the use of anything , because it's pointless it's all going to end in death whether I arrange to do it myself or I just set it out . "
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A Journey
PoetryNothing fancy to see here .. A journey of my lonely deep thoughts .
