It Came Back.

The feeling of depression and the feeling of pain rushed into my head.

The feeling of loneliness and the feeling of sadness made me wish i was dead.

The feeling of hatred at myself for being what i am not what i wish i was.

The feeling that i have no reason to live and no reason to continue.

The feeling that when i close my eyes i want to open them to a eutopia but open them to this.

The feeling that when i open my arms i know no one will be there to hold me.

The feeling that when i lay down at night only one person is thinking of me, and that person is me.

The feeling that on my face isn't what is normally there, its a plastered smile.

The feeling that i am all alone and worthless and want it to end.

The feeling that i will never be happy again.

The feeling that every breath i take is better taken with my head in a fish tank.

The feeling when that sharp razor presses against your skin, and you become so frightened of whats to come you drop it, put your head in your hands, and break down.

The feeling that the only one who loves you, is love itself.

The feeling that writing this is doing nothing but making me twice as sad.