Swollen eyes

Shaking legs

Trembling hands

Quivering lips

Tearduct on

Lights off

Messy hairs

Alcohol on the floor

Blood on her sheets

Aching heart

And...

Blades playing on her wrist,

It was her home.

Where only she and her demons resided.

No entry.

No pass.

Total seclusion.

Ultimate depression.

- Star.

Fallingstars99

Depression is a curse, don't you agree?