I’d lie awake looking at the ceiling.. tossing and turning at night waking up daily running away from that feeling. The feeling of not being alive or maybe just lost, the feeling of being depressed the feeling of the anxious, only to be going right back in the night curled up in bed asking god to take away this feeling but I lay there crying and screaming just for it to be a vicious cycle. Over and over again... do I deserve this? How do I end this? Do I end me?


















