Tonight was the first time I experienced true suffocation.

I didn’t know my life was this sad.

Depression came so hard, I didn’t know what to do.

The only person that saw me cry for an hour straight was the Devil himself. He’s loving and kind.

Hand drawn with soft pastels. “Sad, Happy Man” by Ahnhared G. Horne

I saw him when it was time for me to die. Suffocation became the most satisfying way to fight and still lose.

Tonight taught me something about myself and the home I survive in daily. My life may seem sad, but there are important people that help me through those sad times.

Should I give it another day?