Or not.

Goddamnit.

I'm not strong enough to fight it.

I can't keep fighting it like this... it's killing me.

I'll never win.

Just let me crawl into a hole and cry away this depression.

Let me cry and cry.

Let me cut away my pain.

Let me bleed and bleed until I am no more.

It hurts too much.

And what hurts the most.... is that I don't know why I'm letting depression get the best of me.

I've fought you all my life.

I've won many battles and have lost equally.

I suppose you'll take my life one day.

Can it be today? Or perhaps tomorrow?

I surrender my shield and sword.

Take it. Take this wretched life that you hunger to consume.

I'm tired. I'm broken.

So take me. Eat me.

I don't want to fight anymore...

I want to cry but I can't.

I don't deserve that relief. I'm not worthy.