We all paint our lives.
The mountains of challenges,
The rivers of tears,
The waterfalls of joy.
We mix the colours of sorrow and laughter
And add the colours of experience and the years that passed.
The souls we will always remember
And the moments we will never forget.
Salty tear creeps down my cheek.
Hands balled in fists ready to fight the battle.
Reasons to say goodbye to those I used to love.
Walls, that I used to call home, are now the death of me.
Fingers ready to grasp the blade and make a deep cut.
Prayers to God begging Him for help and asking Him for mercy.
Voices in my head telling me to be stronger than my depression and anxiety.
More voices telling me to give up because all I am is a worthless piece of trash.
One. One. Call the ambulance because I am about to die.
Commandments taught me that thou shall not kill but killing I shall do.