#depressionatitsworst

[starcrossedstrangers-blog]

How Do I Coupe With This?

I’m sorry ry, I am exhausted. I don’t want to feeling anything for now. You were to sweet to have concern for someone like me.

[boobinded]

The voice echoes chaotically in the mind, as it slowly shatters and implodes. Then the voice attacks the eyes, as the dam falls and a million rivers form. And after, the voice slices through the wrists, and the colors of hell's oceans rise from below. Last the voice penetrates the heart, the final battle against the coffin laid in front of you. If you fail, you fall into your inevitable eternal rest, and if you win, the voice retreats, vowing to return. But when the voice does return, armies and all, you too will be ready, ready for the battles to come.

BooBinded