I am crying.
Plip, plip, plip;
My teardrops mix with the raindrops in the puddle;
It is raining.
Is God crying with me?
Does he feel the pain that I feel?
Does he taste his own tears
The way I taste the saltiness of mine?
Or, is there even a God at all?
Is there Heaven and Hell?
Is there anything after death?
The only way to truly know is to die,
But I do not want to die if there is nothingness after,
Even if sometimes I feel as if
Everything would be better if I was gone,
That people would be more content.
It sometimes seems as if my life has no meaning,
As if I shouldn't exist.
Depression still haunts me like a ravenous monster,
A monster wanting to eat out my soul
And leave behind my empty shell.



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