Depression **Doing Good, Read Final Chapter**

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I cut once. It turned into several cuts. It was a mess.

I haven't cut since but the urge is huge. The blade is calling for me.

Hang in there me, I can feel you trying to escape. One day, one day you will.

Right now its my blurryface that is showing, slowly taking over, forcing me to hurt myself.

Its a bucket of rain.
The rain is pain,
Rain from a thunderstorm.
Every time you try to empty the bucket,
It fills right back up.

The storm becomes a tornado,
Tornado to a hurricane,
A hurricane to a tsunami,
A tsunami that floods the Earth.

I'm drowning in it, and there is no escape.
Please, tell me how to survive,
Such a natural disaster?

I don't write poems. I tried. But, Alex please save me from drowning, whilst I save you.