He screamed out in pain, hoping to be heard. He stood, dropping the knife to the floor. Baninging on the door "LET ME OUT, KET ME OUT PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he begged and pleaded, no one answered for he was alone.
He fell to the floor tears streaming down his face, hoping to be free.
Depression, cutting, anxiety, madness now describes him. And everything he does is in pain.
"Will I ever be free?" He finally asked himself, yet he already knew the answer all along. For depression has gotten him and now he's living a hell, with fake smiles.
