One day it's the pits, you're floating around the bottom of the bath, waiting impatiently to gurgle lifeliessly down the drain. Sometimes trying to hastenen the process so you don't have to stand the pain anymore.

Then one day, it happens, life has a point, you can pulls yourself back from the brink of non-existance and sigh a sigh of relief.

Then you notice someone else teetering on the edge and you think "Oh shit... please don't let them fall..." You see their attempts at hastening their own demise.... and it brings back the memories... and you cry inside... tears of blood...

You watch as they grow more shade like with each passing day... like a gradual decomposition... it saddens me...

They don't listen to what you say...

They don't follow your advice...

They just keep with the self-mut...

But you must wait.. patiently... with baited breath.. to see whether they are strong enough, to pull away from the overwhelming current of despair which draws them ever closer to non existance...

But I knew in my heart she was strong... and she is...

It's the marks she left that saddens me...

Physical and emotional.