Depression is a monster

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 13, 2018

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It's already midnight yet she's still wide awake. You can't see a little hint of sleepiness in her eyes. She wants to sleep, she wants to rest. She ain't suffering from insomnia, she's just sad to fall asleep. She's depressed, poor woman. Too young to experience that kind of thing. She tried listening to music, hoping it will act like a lullaby and it will help her drift to sleep. She even cried but her efforts were in vain. She's sad, really sad but it's ridiculous cause she doesn't even know why she is sad. Her problems are too many to mention and she didn't know which one made her sad. 04:30 in the morning, she's still awake. The frustrated girl can't think straight. She got up from bed and walk wastedly to the bathroom. She grab a blade from the cabinet and walk to the tub. She laid there and thrust the blade in her wrist. One. Two. Three. Three slices on both wrist. She smiled sweetly like she ain't feeling any pain at all. Despite the blood oozing from her hand she managed to say her last words. "Finally! I'll get the rest I've been dreaming of.", she muttered as she slowly close her eyes.


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