The Face of Depression
I stand before the cliff I jump beginning to make my last plans. The pain is so great that no one can see or feel. “Help me, kind sir!” For I’m willing to take this illness public for someone to take notice. I am not bluffing. Down to the deep depths of depravity I fall. Down to the dark abyss where no sunshine has ever dawned in a thousand years. I’m still falling. Standing in front of a jury that once were my peers. I have sinned but not have been saved. Falling into the deep bowels of Hell succumbed by evil. The hissing, venomous, biting snakes swirling around the flaming inferno. Here I am lost and lifeless. Unable to start again. My body sprawled out on a tree pinned three times two in the hands once in the feet. My smile was forcibly spread wide pulling the skin from side to side. Then I hung there. Publicly hung there for the world and beyond to stare...