• As days go by, almost every minute thinking about her, the pocket of depression gets deeper, and deeper, tear by tear my happyness leaves my body, and only 1 week later, all happy is gone, now the pocket of depression opens, letting out every bad thought that could be thought, voices telling me" cut, cut, die, die it will all be over soon." no more internal thoughts saying "be happy, happy, you have a great life." no more holding tears, no more happyness, as the clock tics the knife gets closer, time is almost up, i can see the crimson blade, unable to do anything, arms shaking, fists tightening, waiting for it all to be over, but never yet has that crimson blade touched me, and i don't know if it ever will, eyes shut mouth open, screaming for help, but no one can hear, tic, tic, the knife grows closer, i finally open my hands, close my eyes, ready to finally die, the ticing stops, all is silent, i open my eyes, that crimson blade is gone, i fall to the ground, cold and wet, crying, but no tears, i look up and there she stands, arms open, light behind her, i jump up with my arms open, but suddenly i stop, pain filling my body, i look down, that crimson blade covered in blood, i look at her, i reach out and as our fingers touch everything goes black, then a flash and im standing in front of a tunnel, i fall to my knees, i see a tear drop, her face in it, i try to catch it, but it goes right though my hand, i see her holding my body, i go inside my body one last time, and with my last breath i say to her" I love you."