Life.
What's the point?
There are a lot of answers to this question.
To make money?
To obtain power?
To make friends?
To entertain?
To party?
Hell, even to just be happy.
There are SO many possibilities.
It's endless.
But wait.
These possibilities don't always come to mind,
When you're depressed..
It's hard to be happy.
When you're depressed.
The only thing that comes to mind,
Is What's the point?'.
You don't see a point in anything.
Nothing.
Nothing seems to matter.
The only thing you really see,
Is death.
Chaos.
Destruction.
More death.
That's why they give you meds.
Hoping you will get better.
But what they don't know,
Is that you could end your life.
The first night you're on meds.
It's called overdose.
They haven't a clue.
They think it'll help,
But the side affects kick in,
& It only leads to the worse.
The end..
When you're depressed,
You start to sink.
You can't help it.
It just happens.
Deeper.
& Deeper.
But wait!
You have meds.
To take you high.
To free you from the deep.
This does not always work.
Sometimes you take to many.
Just to stop the pain and grief.
You then sink even deeper.
Where it becomes your tomb.
There is no escape.
From this point on out.
The only escape is death,
& That's exactly what you want...
To be free from the world.
You see no point.
There is no point.
You hurt yourself.
To try to feel something.
Anything.
At all.
You just want to feel,
To distract your mind,
From thinking about life.
The pain is addicting,
Thus, it begins to get worse.
But it distracts you,
From everything else.
So you don't care,
How bad it hurts.
You like the pain,
So it's okay.
It frees you,
From everything.
This is your freedom,
You enlightenment..
I'm not afraid to die,
I'm afraid to leave everyone else
Behind..
