Looking into the mirror.
Only a blurred image looks back.
Who is this? I question to myself.
A voice answers.
It whispers softly.
This is you, what is left of you.
What happened to me?
You have let depression take you.
It has consumed you.
Melded with your soul.
Taken your thoughts hostage.
Seized your heart.
Corrupted every part of you.
This is not who I want to be.
I don't want to be a prisoner.
It is to late for you, I am truly sorry.
You will never be free from this.
Rage, confusion, fear, sadness,
Run through me like a wildfire.
Acceptance is all that remains.
I know how to make this end.
Please do not do this the voice utters.
All I hear are faint mumbles.
It must be done, there is no other way.
Again the voice mumbles.
You will regret this.
The mirror shatters.
Blood runs warm down my fingers.
Pools on the floor.
Why do I feel so cold?What have I done?
I warned you the voice comes back.
A shadow now appears, it is the voice.
D...d...death? Is that you?
I have been watching you.
I feel your pain.
You suffered long enough my friend.
Close your eyes, breathe deep.
Feel the relief wash over like a wave.
But wait this was a mistake.
I'm not ready.
I can suffer longer.
I warned you of this he says.
You did not heed my warning.
Close your eyes my friend.
Eyes closed, I feel free now.
My last thoughts.
Who will know the truth? Forgive me.
In a comforting voice he says.
Now is the time of silence.
It is the key.
The key to what? I ask.
You will soon find out.
Be silent my friend.
You are me. I am you.
I will comfort you.
Goodbye depression I finally beat you.