#triggerme

Perhaps we are all slaves to love.

We chase the impossible and cling to bitter denial. We take suicidal leaps, knowing the fall is closer to death than hell itself. Yet our loyalty abandons all piercing signs of safety, all help for survival. Fighting is no longer a fight when losing is winning and living is dying.

When will we come to our senses? How did we get to the point of sacrificing freedom for gaining emotional chains?

To define it as pain and torture is an ultimate understatement.

Desperation skins your flesh when you’re wide awake.

It eats the deepest part of your blackhole like cream--easy, swift and light.

Desperation numbs your senses, to taste life and feel the slightest hint of reality.

It blinds human nature, robbing you in broad daylight.

Numbing as your days may seem, depression awakes your soul--allowing you to feel the death of your senses.

In contrary to the obvious, depression is the realest sensation found.

You realise life of what it truly is, when all the sugar has been licked clean.

As the burn sinks in to your bones like blood in the veins, depression is the best wake up call.