// ⚠️ Depression ⚠️ \\

I sat in my room, laying on my bed with my phone off. I listened to the music blaring in my headphones, it happened to be "Let You Down" By NF, one of my favorite artists. I always seemed to relate to NF in some way, maybe that's why I like his songs so much.

I turn my head to my bedside table, seeing the keys I've left there for whenever I want to use them. I sigh, my thoughts starting to get worse and worse like they did every night. I try to control myself as I pull myself up into a sitting position, now holding the keys in my hand.

I stare down at the keys, remembering all the pain I inflicted on myself with them, almost every night. I've been on a good streak of not using them for a good week, so I put them down remembering that fact. I look at my arm, specifically my wrist, as I see the old scars, sighing as I lay back down onto my bed.

My room is pitch black, and it feels like home. I start to cry as I remember what I went through today, the rough morning, afternoon and now. I try to sing to calm myself, and eventually pass out from pure exhaustion.

// Welp. \\