I’m not understanding why I’ll still alive… Its only God that has a purpose for me. .I feel like leaving too often. . Saying its Depression is a bit harsh. . But I don’t know how to describe it . . Now I’m sitting here with a mess I’ve created… I’ve prayed and now I’m waiting, but I’m being real. What about how I feel or does it even matter. I did this…
I’m stuck with that. I’m NOT your victim, never have I been. Just a spectator no participance.
I’m drowning in my feelings
I was always taught how to keep them in check
I’m living out
the moment I became
The Prime Suspect.