It amazes me how far a person would go.
It amazes me how much the person will do to seize their salvation.
It's amazing how a person will take their own life because they feel that no one cares for them.
These are It's symptoms.
Those that care are there to grieve and say their final word in a field of despair, watching as you're lowered into your dark solitude.
They all saw you as someone who didn't think about death constantly.
They all perceived you as someone who didn't cry in her bed at night because of a small insult that was directed towards you.
After a while, the pain, hatred, and anger build up to become your addiction.
All you can think about is how others wrongfully treated you and how you "accidentally" hurt yourself.
In every wound and scar, whether it is physical or emotional, becomes infected.
Infected by grief and forsaken hope.
It spreads and becomes a disease only known as Depression.
A disease that is a killer still at large.
It takes the lives of the unexpected and we are left here wondering where we had gone wrong.
Nothing. We can do nothing but try to help and ease those who are cancered with this terrorist in hopes that it will disappear forever along with the infectious wounds it has left.
