Depression.

It’s like being trapped in a dark tunnel.

You are cold.

With nobody to keep you warm,

As they wrap their arms around you.

You are alone.

Nobody is there for you;

Nobody ever was.

You are in the dark.

With nothing to save you.

You need to find a way out,

An easy escape,

So you reach for your blade.

As you feel the cold metal seep into your skin,

A little too deep,

You first feel a rush of pain,

Hitting you like a tidal wave.

And then,

The world starts spinning a little,

You feel kind of dizzy.

Until,

Black.