Why does hate infect the kind and forgiving? Perhaps not external but internal. Inside a demon lies but outside a compassionate personality doth reside. Unkind thoughts bottled in a small container bursts at the seams. Red drips downwards and a tear rolls, is this the cure or a mistake? The answer fades. A pure soul disappears and a light dissipates into darkness.
Depression is but an invisible barrier that shields the truth. Unsuspecting are the onlookers of this world to the true horror within. They say it came out of nowhere, but well hidden were the signs. Thoughts kept to one's self creates only poison. A poison so dark it consumes the spirit before the body, many people relate but few speak out. Pain is what they feel, and feel they deserve. Help is there but the dark curtain conceals this obvious truth. The hardest journey is surpassing the barrier that poisons the mind and into the light of truth, not final relief.