You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again?

Dark circles under my eyes sink deeper and deeper into my skull, in contrast to my pale skin there is an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.

What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.

Together we shared a bond not even death would violate.

Depression isn't a war you win. It's a battle you fight every day. You never stop, never get to rest. It's one bloody fray after another.