The Storm
Dark grey and cloudy skies Rain pouring down from on high Thunder booms loud with a crash Through darkness light cuts with a gash My own heart is beating in tune My tears like the rain fast pour down My mind like the dark cloudy night In me there is no light The skies being torn by the storm It’s doing the land so much harm The sun is cut out, there’s no hope The world doesn’t know how to cope My heart is torn up like the skies No feeling for everything dies In my thoughts there is so much despair Should I even try to care?
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hugs.ive had many days feeling like u do.i also am a cutter but working to stop.i will tell u things will get better.it did for me i mean i still have days that are really bad.but i just force myself to go on because i cant let depression win.huge hugs Barb
Things don\'t seem to be getting better at all. They\'re getting worse, and I don\'t know if they\'ll ever get better.
One thing about places like this I have learned is that there is always an \"after\". You cannot continue to freefall. There will be a reversing point, and you will rise. I have found this to be true from my own experience. Since we do not know each other, I will not offer any huggs. But I do offer the open hand of friendship, and I listen without judgement. If you have even a small desire for things to be different, you have found the community that cares. Keep coming back. Some day, you will be answering a post just like the one you made tonight. I also have had to cry for help; and I have never been left in the dark on this site. Things do get better, April. You will see!