Depression

Became lost.

And in battle with the only person I knew loved me, me.

Every love scene was a stab in my heart.

Loud voices inside my head telling me to continue loving you, but you were no good for me.

I think I'm ready, music to my ears.

Bathtub full of water, blade on the sink.

Don't ask one more time if I'm ok. Fuck you think.

Depression has taken over and won its battle.

No longer will I feel pain anymore, no longer will I be afraid.

Time for me to go, I will finally be okay.