Low Point I pace the hall with my mind but my body sits in bed I’m screaming out loud but only in my head I want to punch a wall but my fist feels like lead If I wasn’t so depressed I would probably be dead Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 3 thoughts on “Low Point” Add yours Stay strong, keep on keeping on. Remember, you matter LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you ❤ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply My pleasure. LikeLiked by 1 person Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.
Stay strong, keep on keeping on. Remember, you matter
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Thank you ❤
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My pleasure.
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