I.
Four walls.
They surround me here every day.
They overwhelm me.
I'm so fucking lost in myself.
I feel empty.
I'm nobody.
I'm struggling with depression.
I'm mentally destroyed.
My head is full.
Full of suicidal thoughts.
I'm very tired of this.
I'm slowly not coping.
I think I'm dying.
I tried.
I failed.
It hurts.
But I'm still here.
And I will never give up.
Even if my end is near.
...
My dear.
It doesn't matter who you are.
But listen to me now.
Don't give up either.
Help yourself.
It is never too late.