What’s the state of your soul right now?
To which drum is your heart beating?
What’s modulating the waves in your brain?

How do you manage to bear such pain and still function?
How is it possible to hate yourself so much, yet still love others around you?

When did your addiction start?
Was it a curiosity or did you pop that pill to escape life’s pain?

It was supposed to last a while. You just needed a few days of sleep.
You needed to silence the voices in your head.
Now you’re stuck in this present continuous place – your own private hell.

When did life become so unbearable?
How did trouble learn your name?
How did you become the poster child for calamity?
When did you and poverty become such intimate friends?

Does the shame overwhelm you?
Does the shroud of guilt incapacitate you?
You’ve crossed some lines, so a few more won’t make a difference to you.

Now your friends have left you.
But did you really have any to begin with?
Did they know that the loneliness almost killed you?
Did they hear your silent screams?

You are tired.
You are weary of the sameness of each day.
Nothing changes. Nothing works.
You have no hope, no future and no escape.


You are understood.
You are cared for.
You are being prayed for.
You must not give up.

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