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Clearance Aisle Goods

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By Renee McGowenPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Describing my depression to you is as impossible as for one buried alive to lift his gravestone.

Everything you say rings like the church bell when it strikes 12, carries the stench of failure.

"I'm sick of your pity party"

"I'm tired of listening to you bitch about every little thing"

"Stop being such a cry baby"

The only party here is the screaming agony in my head

Not a single sweet nothing goes on up there.

Breathing feels like the strongest little person in the world is gripping my heart with all their might.

I can feel my chest touch my spine.

Association is impossible, I can't keep my family, friends, or boyfriend.

"You're worthless"

Sleep is for the weak, because my dreams, yeah my dreams are nightmares worse than my reality.

Every step I take is a question of my existence.

God gave my this blanket of bullets and with this I can not be freed.

Deception has ruined me.

It's impossible to get out of bed when my bed sheets are suffocating me, tying me up like a bondage porno.

"Just give it up"

Screaming for your help but the screams always fall silent.

I need you

Please help me.

Attention, customers.

Broken goods sitting in the clearance section on aisle 4.

Thank you for shopping at your local Target.

Not good enough.

Not smart enough.

Not pretty enough.

Depression.

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