Depression: See those blades?
Me: Leave me alone.
Depression: No, I'm always with you. Listen to me. Look at those blades.
Me: No.
Depression: I know you're looking at them. Use them.
Me: No I need to think about this
Depression: Don't think about it. Everyone's better off without you. You deserve this. You can just end it all, right now. If you just. use. those. bladess.
Me: ...should I?
Depression: You should, you stupid piece of shit.
