Love Poem: Depressed Stream of Consciousness
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Written by: Christie Morris

Depressed Stream of Consciousness

Want to cut,
Can't.
Want to die,
Can't.
Not can't,
Won't.
Want to but won't.

Why?
They love me.
So what?
I love them.
You suffer...
I know.
Life sucks....
I really, really does...
Who knows,
Maybe death is better...
The dead know.
I bet they do,
They only way is to join them.
But I won't.
I have responsibilities.

"The woods are lovely dark and deep"
Now aren't they...
"But I have promises to keep"
So, so many...
"And miles to go before I sleep"
So many....
"And miles to go before I sleep"
Too many?