So spacious it whispers with its emptiness,
Deep in me it has conjured an unendurable tiredness,
It seeks my immediate departure,
And so It soldiers on towards me,
Persistently and consistently taunting me,
But I am no soldier,
So my thoughts keep reminding me,
How does one fight what they cannot see?
It is not even an option to flee,
For this thing is demonic,
It’s victory in many is indeed ironic,
Those full of life and expecting more in life,
Are heard of having taken that same life,
Those seemingly filled with joy,
Apparently it’s just a decoy,
For they are internally bruised and confused,
It finds even the most intelligent,
Forcing one to commit the greatest trespass,
Some call it Depression,
Some call it an anxiety,
Well to me in its entirety,
It should know that I’m not its property,
I will not be a fallen soldier,
For in a battle, I fight to win,
After all, I’m not alone,
So to it I will not give in,
Neither should you my brothers and sisters.
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This is so sad it happened to me in 2003 one day I wake up early in the morning i heared this voice telling me to comitte suicide I went to the church to pray when I go back home my mother was going to the field I was happy thinking about how must I do it I search for something that can be fast to take my life I found a rope prepare it I took a chair to help one of the voice told me to go to my study room to pray in my thoughts I felt dat all doors are locked while I busy praying my mother came back en rescued my life cos had forgotten her fone dis thing is true