55 Flash Fiction - Killing with $4 Generic Poison from Walmart.
I thought I was finally rid of you.
I'm told you're responsible for my losing interest in a job every couple of years.
You are such a sneak and you are a thief.
You took from me, and you took my pride.
You broke my heart.
I hate you.
I'm going to kill you,
Depression.
Labels: 55 Flash Fiction Friday, human
posted by Charles @ 7:29 PM
Comments: 6 <-<<Add One!
6 Comments:
Charles...
I am so sorry it makes you feel like this...
You will overcome. I know you will! There is no otherwise!
I've been there brother..
Depression sinks it's ugly teeth in you and is very hard to break it's clench!!
Very descriptive, and very well written..
Thanks for participating Charles......G
kill it well. hang in there.
hope you are feeling better
` I love 4$ generic poison from Wal Mart - it's the only thing I buy there!
` Antidepressants never worked on my long history of depression though, because... well, I never had 'real' depression before, just had everything wrong with me so that I was suicidal and didn't care about anything and didn't have interest in anything.
` I know how it is, in any case. Killing it is the best thing to do - before it kills you! Hang in there! Duvvvvs!!
That's right! You're the one in charge, don't let depression control your life! :)
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