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I feel so messed up, so broken so beyond repair even the thought seems reckless.
I'm sitting here, pain oozing from seemingly every pore of my being.
When does this end?
I'm exhausted, emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausted.
The desire to keep going is almost gone.
Is this the end?
Is there where the terminal patient ends his life leaving the people in his life confused and hurt?
I don't want to hurt anyone, but I can't hurt anymore.
Hanging by a thread and hoping for a better tomorrow seems to be the essence of futility.
This dark depression is slowly sucking the life out of me and I'm losing the battle.
I can't go any further
I can't take this anymore
I can't I can't I can't
I'm sitting here, pain oozing from seemingly every pore of my being.
When does this end?
I'm exhausted, emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausted.
The desire to keep going is almost gone.
Is this the end?
Is there where the terminal patient ends his life leaving the people in his life confused and hurt?
I don't want to hurt anyone, but I can't hurt anymore.
Hanging by a thread and hoping for a better tomorrow seems to be the essence of futility.
This dark depression is slowly sucking the life out of me and I'm losing the battle.
I can't go any further
I can't take this anymore
I can't I can't I can't