Tears running down my cheek where are you Matty, you always said you will be here with me, be here to fight my demons.
What happened to the promises, i hate the black that i feel inside, you were the white i always needed but you left me in this black hole.
I am alone feeling helpless i don't want to go back to red, it will kill me it is addictive, red burns, after black comes red, the drug called red, with that always always drags me and never let go, easily accessible but dangerous, red is final red is divine, always keeping me high, but always have a price and my mom paid the final price, red took her away.
She was out of control when she used the blade to cut the the ulna artery and bled to death, that led my father to drinking constantly till he had a serious kidney disease and that was how they left me in this world , i was just 7years when it all happened, i am now 21 and it is getting worst as years go, have attempted suicide twice, funny enough i am scared of death but i occasionally cut my self, i think it is the best felling in the world, it makes everything go away the cold as the blade enters my skin, the way time slows as the blood hit the floor.
This is just a short writeup that emphasise depression it is entirely fictional...