(GIRLXGIRL) "Shane?" I say running to her collapsed body. "You ok?" "Shane?!?" I scream, I yell to Shane's non-responsive body. "Help please. Call an ambulance!" I hear runing down the hallways. "Shane its going to be ok. Its all gonna be ok. I love you so...*hiccup* much." I say the last in tears. Fear invites me to tea as it swallows me up. Please be alright Shane, you mean the world to me.…
A story of four people who live as torctured souls only left to believe death is the only pill they haven't taken yet. This are there attempt at telling the mosters to silence themselves. For depression is one way barbwire not to keep us out, ment to keep us in. The tears left going down the cheek of those who suffer from a 'mental in balance' with our minds will not be forgotten. Even those who had the strength to want to be called a survivor, or those who had sucum to the pain and said goodbye. We hurt, I hurt, you hurt, but it counts on what we do with the pain of life. All met dimise and so will you in the end.…