It’s lonely, in that place of ultimate darkness, forever consumed by your rusting thoughts. The fear of being unable to escape, leads to the taking of ones life. We are born this way; Twisted mind, broken heart, damaged soul. Time goes by and we live our miserable lives the best we can, trying to look up, but never seem to manage taking our eyes off the ground. The whole goal here is to survive, not to plan a life; because we can’t, it’s near impossible when you’re in this state of mind to think rationally. Depression eats away at a person until they have nothing left to lose. Then the fights over, death wins again.
Posted on Saturday, 30 July 2011
