Depression

Everyday, every night she hides behind a locked door

Thoughts of death keep wandering through her already darkened mind

She thinks of leaving this cruel world, in search for another

She takes a deep breath, holding it for a long as she can

So she can’t feel the pain

She grabs the blade from the top draw

One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four

The blood is dripping all over the floor

She’s struggling to breathe

She drops the blade, slowly falling to the ground

Not long after, she’s dead

She’s finally free