Slipping.

I am slowly silpping into Death,

he welcomes me with open arms,

wanting to sooth my wounds of life.

I am slowly falling into Depression,

but he gives me no comfort,

he remindes me of my wounds.

I am slowly spiraling into Insanity,

he lets me forget all of this pain,

but his help is short term.

Death is my only option that helps.

I welcome it.