Some thoughts are like hurricanes they start as a gentle breeze, a storm threatening. But before you can stop your minds dirty tricks. Every idea in your head smashes into the side of your skull, soon you're sinking in the deep, dark waters of depressing thoughts. Thoughts you wish would go away, but as always seem to ghost you. You're holding onto a branch for dear life. The only hope you have in your sad, miserable life. But your senses are already flooded with the impending doom. You can't escape, for you are already submerged. Unable to breathe, in the deep, dark gloom. You struggle to think of the wonderful notions of a beautiful world you used to knows. As an innocent child. Your mind looses it's grip on the only thing that kept you going. You are ready to give up. The water around you getting darker, as you question life. What was the point? All you could ever find was pain and suffering. Though you longed for something more. Your eyes and nose sting from the salt water that crashed apon you. Reminding you if your pain you are running from. You jump of the bridge... everything goes black, but you find you are still there. Only for a few moments more you know your end is near. Then the pain of the realization of your actions begin to sink in. You had let your crazed thoughts control your aching being. The pain of living starts subsiding. But your last painful thoughts of regret and shame of loneliness and despair echo through your hollow brain, as you lose all consciousness. You are gone, drowned by the hurricane of thoughts and suicide. Beeping penetrates your ears. Pungent scents of sanitizer fills your nose. Gentle voices are coaxing you from the depth of your demented world. Your eyes flicker open, not quite sure what you are expecting to see. The color white fills your vision. You are disoriented by everything you feel. Memories flood into your brain, life creeps back into your broken body. You remember the storm-like thoughts, which lead to your decision to take your life. The two people before you gave to you. "I'm sorry" the words spill from your mouth. And for once, without caring about how they saw you.. You let a sea of tears extinguish the searing pain of self-hate and depression. Although you are not yet sure whether continuing to live is a blessing or a curse.. After an eternity if warm, loving hugs and kisses from your parents. You glance across the room at the one you call your sister, twin, and best friend. She quietly whispers something to your parents. Then comes forward to you and gently touched your hand. Gazing deep into your eyes, she gives you one message. The only thing you ever wanted to know. The knowledge that you are not alone in this hurricane of thoughts.
