I strongly believe in God and I would not commit suicide no matter how bad things were. You have to have deep faith and believe in our Lord and He will guide you through anything.
Depression's the monster under my bed.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
She calls in to my head.
Don't tell me not to listen,
Don't tell me not to hear.
You don't even know the fear.
It slowly kills you from within.
Once infected, your chance is slim.
I'll tell you now, o' family,
I'll tell you now, o' friends.
Now that I'm gone I hope,
This situation will someday make amends.
Depression's the monster under my bed.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
She calls in to my head.
Don't tell me not to listen,
Don't tell me not to hear.
You don't even know the fear.
It slowly kills you from within.
Once infected, your chance is slim.
I'll tell you now, o' family,
I'll tell you now, o' friends.
Now that I'm gone I hope,
This situation will someday make amends.
these six words leapt out from the sermon I heard in church this morning. Thanks Pastor Jodi. (I attend a Baptist church which has two lady ministers on the pastoral team.)We can live with peace and joy no matter...
Comments
Mourningdove says,
I wouldn't write a note. Nothing you could say would make it better.DynamicDbytheC says,
James was my everything.maryjane31 says,
I strongly believe in God and I would not commit suicide no matter how bad things were. You have to have deep faith and believe in our Lord and He will guide you through anything.17CANDLES says,
I'd write something along the lines of:Depression's the monster under my bed.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
She calls in to my head.
Don't tell me not to listen,
Don't tell me not to hear.
You don't even know the fear.
It slowly kills you from within.
Once infected, your chance is slim.
I'll tell you now, o' family,
I'll tell you now, o' friends.
Now that I'm gone I hope,
This situation will someday make amends.
17CANDLES says,
I'd write something along the lines of:Depression's the monster under my bed.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
She calls in to my head.
Don't tell me not to listen,
Don't tell me not to hear.
You don't even know the fear.
It slowly kills you from within.
Once infected, your chance is slim.
I'll tell you now, o' family,
I'll tell you now, o' friends.
Now that I'm gone I hope,
This situation will someday make amends.