I feel it....
It's getting closer....It can't be...
Is it true? Is this really happening?
The knife went in my chest...The damage is done...
Forever shattered...never again to be patched up....
Choking so bad my tears are made of blood....
Some would say this is the end....but, for me it's just the beginning....

Sitting there she breathes,
I can do this...
That pencil sharpener had something she needed.
So, without regret she took "it" and with "it"
she did the unimaginable...
"Is this where my story ends?" she weeped....
No my dear, this is only the beginning....

The Storm
Inside all the tormenting thought's
Depression,Suicide,Anxiety,
"The Storm" as it is so called.
This long tormenting journey is near an end...
...or is it?