You are constantly asking me "when's the next time you're getting out of bed?"
I get angry, and shout at you "i'd rather be dead!"
The pillows and duvet are the only company i desire.
The warmth and beating of another human is not what i require.
You don't get it, i want to stay here, pretend i am not breathing.
I hope you will never experience this deep, dark, empty, feeling.
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Billie-Jade Locke (Pseudonym) (
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i'm sorry , its not nice to feel so depressed and quite often people do not understand unless of course they have experienced this feeling themselves and i have experienced this and its not nice, maybe they are frustrated for you and want to be up and doing things or feeling better, i guess
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