Using This.

How long has it been? How many times will this feeling return? The downward spiral, the deep plunge, that bittersweet place I visit too many times. That depression that imprisons me and barely let's me go. A grip in the arm, a monster being fed inside me, the pulsing of my heart. How much longer will it beat? The world through my eyes, a dark grey stripe of paint on a black canvas. After a while there's no point in fighting. I Slip into the comfort of despair. Falling deeper, always falling deeper.