It’s day 247 and you’re still breathing. You tried to cheat the game of life, but it punishes you for trying to avoid the rules of the game. You tried drowning your sorrows with pills, but woke up in a hospital bed to the beeping of your heart. That **** noise haunting you because your heart's still singing the melody of your life. You tried hanging yourself in your haunting closet, and woke up in the same position with a progressing bruise around your neck. Still depressed, still alive.  You cut your waist into pieces but your body sewed the pieces right back up. You’re left with the scars, and they just remind you of  how hideous you are. The voices in your head get off on your pain, and all you’re doing is feeding them while starving yourself. They want to see you struggle, they want to see you sad. They know you have a long while till nature diffuses your atoms, and they want you to suffer. They want you to never enjoy your life because they never get to live besides through you. Quit starving yourself and starve your depression.