Ya know it’s always hard to keep a smile. It’s always hard to be happy. It’s always hard to be nice. It’s always hard when you feel like everyone’s talking about you behind your back. When you feel like people make fun of you daily. When you feel like people don’t appreciate your work. Do you know what I am talking about? Depression is what I am talking about. A endless abbess of twisted reality. There is no escape from this hell and suicide will just lead you deeper into hell. It’s hard to feel happy. It’s hard knowing he is going to die soon. When he dies I know my life will be even more hell. Like I said no escape from it.
My shining light will be gone soon and there is no cure for age.
My shining light helped me get through everything.
My shining light made me feel safe.
My shining light made me feel happy.
My shining light made me feel joy.
My shining light kept me going in this cruel world.
My shining light is dying of a disease called old age.
And there is no cure for it.
Just like there is no cure for me.
Nothing else will ever make me as happy.