Depression lurks in the bodies of everyone but devours the weakest hearts of this world.
Blood could be shed, drugs could be used, or death could claim another victim from this wicked emotion.
And yet here I sit with the blade on the table in front of me as it calls out to me.
I don't know if I can fight these temptations back anymore. Sweet release would only cause temporary relief.
Will these thoughts eventually stop or will they continue to rattle my mind with images of death.
Sooner or later It all has to end..