Suicide
It is a space, a space where no one else can reach you. It is the emptiness of all emptiness' it is depression. I had a million things to hold on to, but nothing could fill the space of time. You can hear yourself laughing, and you can feel yourself smile, and your everyday experiences just
keep rolling by.
Did I brush my teeth this morning? Did I fill the car with fuel? Did I say goodbye to the children? Did I forget something on my shopping list? What did I forget?
I had planned to have tea with my friends. But nothing seems to connect. It is just a space within a space. It is not that we forget. It is just time. You never know when the depression will happen again, and you don't know whether it will ever stop, and you pray to God that it will end quickly.
You think of a million of things that would hold you here,
and then all thoughts disappear, and once again, you are left with emptiness. It is space a space of depression of all time; it does not mean that we do not love our loved ones, and it does not mean we do not want to be happy. It is a time frame of one second of one moment of time. I do know it is very hard to explain.