This Poem was Submitted By: Claus Michael Ranswill On Date: 2001-01-11 23:48:04 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Anxiety and Depression

Anxiety. Loneliness.  Depression. Despair. Feelings of worthlessness,   are always in the air, causing so much laziness,  you just cannot bare. The feelings you get,  you need to get out and share, or else they will eat you up,  down to your core. There will be no more room,  for the feelings to be stored. One day soon, you can’t take it any more. If you had a gun, you’d pull the trigger, and be laying on the floor, in a big puddle of your own blood, warm and red. No more depression now that you are dead. Now you deal with God, and what he has said, throughout the Bible, that you know you have not read. It’s too late now---to accept Jesus as lord, and savior of your life now---that you have broken the chord, of life that you had. Now everyone is sad. You had so much to live for. Now your family deals with the funerals chore.

Copyright © January 2001 Claus Michael Ranswill

Additional Notes:
Written back in June,, just venting and imagining. Let me know what you honestly think.


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