Depressed: we are already dead
This wave of sadness is such a drought.
As if the suns became bleak and the lava turned instantly to ash, the world started to beat so slowly, coldly and dreadfully dull, nothing seems to be moving anymore. Everything turns to have no point, no meaning and no sense! Though it may seem fictional and merely ranblings of nonsense, it is a true and factual experience. No person has ever escaped this, for there will always be one moment where you will fall into this trench. It is then, when it seems so deep that you can't even see the light in the peak of noon, that you it starts to dawn upon you- you're there.
Indeed, you have come to the place where all things sorrowful live. There is nothing else here for you to see, and even if you had the slightest bit of cheer left in your heart, it would seem like nothing before the benevolent and massive sea of depression, dismay and damnation before you. A place as this has only space left for one item- hope. It is that hope that you have to grip on to. For if you don't, it slowly slips away from your firm grasp. The tremors from the darkness send chills down your spine and you will undoubtedly be forced to face your worst fears. This is the time where you experience your worst moment. As all of the past just seems to become twisted into pieces of heartbreaking moments, your mind just crashes down onto the cold ground of this sorrowful plain. Your grip on hope slowly fades away as you are pulled by an invisible current, further and further away from that rope, further and further away into the abyss.
You want to end it. You want to end it so badly. Yet you can't seem to gather your strength. Dearly, you ask yourself to just let go of your pitiful life. The sadness has become too overwhelming. It has crushed all sense of hope and all you wish for is a cure from life. You wish to end it and you wish to end it forever. There seems to be no place left for the future and no time left for living, and all that you ever did in the past was just a waste of energy. But you can't seem to move, you can't even budge your limbs!
"Why?!" you ask yourself. You scream and shout, but nobody answers your cry. Instead, your wailing is left to echo into the night. Soon, you are oblivious as to why you even screamed in the first place. You start to realise something. It itched in your head from the start and now it seems to have grown to a migrain that your head feels like bursting.
You know it, don't you? You know it!
You can't take your life. How foolish could you be? You could never do such a thing, never.
Fool! You're already dead.
1 comment:
look as ur friend i really do care about you... so please, please get some help ok!
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