Letting go.

Mood : 3 Days Grace - Never too Late

Depression is a stealthy thing. It has such a knack for sneaking up on you. Here I sit feeling like I'm floating deep within a cesspool of pitch black and cold. I just can't seem to wrap my mind around anything anymore. I pride myself on being pretty insightful, yet here I am feeling like I can't explain a thing. I love how it can feel like people love you and are there for you...for about 10 minutes. I love how it feels that people are more than happy to be there for you, until it requires sacrifice on their own part. We are all just selfish beings arent we? That's what makes us humans being. I've had such a mix of rage and despair in me lately. I feel like I could rip someone's head off, and then blow off my own for the trouble. I'm against the idea of suicide as a principle and due to past circumstance. Lately though, I've kind of just felt like I could just give up on living. I seem to just keep noticing...everything we do, all events in our lives, all things are still leading to an inevitable end. What's the point in trying?


Just as I thought it was going alright
I find out I'm wrong, when I thought I was right,
s'always the same, it's just a shame, that's all.
I could say day, and you'd say night
tell me it's black when I know that it's white
s'always the same, it's just a shame, that's all.