I opened the door of the rooftop of the tallest building in this place and get in then walk until i get in the edge of the rooftop.
Wearing an ear piece while listening to a mellow music. I closed my eyes, feeling the gently air slamming on my face. Inside me resides a peaceful feeling not until a loud scream distract my senses.
As I opened my eyes and roamed my sight in every corner of the place with my hands resting on my pant's pocket and not minding that I'm standing on the edge of this place.
I witnessed how the people in every corner crying and suffering.
Some are holding a knife and cutting their wrists deep to their veins.
Putting a rope then hanged their selves.
Jumping off from a bulding.
Holding a gun and shoots their heads.
Taking too much pills.
Taking their own life.
Suicides.
Everything's a mess.
It's like they were under a spell.
That they are the one who suffered yet they're also the only saver.
Wishing their minds to keep on functioning.
It was like,their life was beaten up with a monstrous curse.
Pretending that everything's fine and hoping it will lessen the pain yet no one can ever break the chain. Like being in a dark room, again and again,
Where pain can be felt over and over again and there's no oxygen that can be exhaled even once.
Depression is conquering the whole place.
It was like a virus that was scattered all around the world that kill many person in just a snap.
A monster that just resides within, that no one can ever stop when it takeover your brain,heart and soul.
A monster that destroys everything.
A serial killer that kills thousands but no one can put it in jail even the highest rank official in this world.
A persona that they hid within themselves by plastering a smile but already dying.
An enemy that one knows when it will attack.
I closed my eyes again.
An unbearable scenario to watch.
Many suffered and survive but some didn't and got drowned into it.
Suddenly a tingling pain from my chest interrup my depth that makes my eyes wide open.
I look at my chest and watch my blood dripping from it.
A pained smile plastered on my lips when i realized that I just stabbed myself with my favorite knife, my buddy whenever i go.
I am one of those who suffered and didn't survive.
I am one of those who let that monstrous depression takeover me.
And one of those person who just take their own life.
I'm losing my strength. I could feel the gravity pulling my body down, slowly falling from this building.
Blood is rushing out from my mouth.
I stared at the calm and peaceful blue sky.
Why can't my life be calm and peaceful?
Why did those people judge me? Instead of understanding and pulling me up from these raging thoughts, they pushed me drowned into it, deeper than deep.
A serious matter that they included on their sick jokes and silly games.
It is an unbearable pain beneath everything and loneliness that is slowly eating a soul that's killing it alive.
I thought i already survived and overcome it but the truth i just escape from it.
My eyes slowly close when my breath depart from my body.
And loud crashing sound stopped everything when my body hit the cold crowded road.
After all, no one can escape that monster.
