192nd Post

Another night to pass.

Trapped in my bubble of silence.

My feelings.
Intertwined with depression, sorrow.
And anguish.

It just suddenly hits me.
And when it hits.

It hits with a pain that is beyond mere description.

I feel that my depression is coming back.

I feel like picking up the razor again.
And slowly watch.

As the silver of the blade.
Turns blood red.
With each slice.

As my body pales from the eventual lack of blood.
As i lie on the ground.
As my eyes slowly close for the last time.

Finally my silent plea has been answered.
I am leaving this rotting shell of a body.
This wasted life of mine.