Self-Destruction: Self-Sacrifice #1 "Hello, Depression!"

Suffering is an inevitable part of our lives. I realized this when I lost loved ones. I understood it, and then I accepted it. My mind was inflamed, like this red moon I imagined from the depths of my consciousness. My inner world was shrouded in emptiness, it was like night and silence. Where there are no other people's words, there are my thoughts in an isolated room. My body is my room. Depression is like a rebirth. Only the second time I was born dead. I pull images out of me, like I'm having babies, giving birth, but all the babies are dead. Negativity comes out of me, more and more. I try to love, but I only love myself. In between, I hate myself. Love kills as much as depression. But love tears my body into little pieces from the inside out, and depression saves me, it's like I merge in a single rush with nothing. Do you see those beautiful yellow leaves? It's the coming of autumn, when all nature dies off. Just as I died. Under water. Under myself. In myself. And on earth. All my thoughts are dead, all my loved ones are dead, though they live. In my mind, but not near. They walk somewhere on our planet, loving, living, sinning. And I only love myself and my depression. Depression is the most beautiful thing that can happen. An inner cleansing that dissects my past, making me renewed, renewed by more and more suffering, they are like blood, washing over me, faceting me, filigree shaping me. I want to swim in this black water, I am already swimming inside. There is a black sea inside me. I am drowning in my thoughts. I want to touch the red moon, to let embitterment take possession of my body, I will become possessed, and spring will come again to my heart, the penultimate moment before the inevitable end.

By acquiring this token, you become the bearer of my depression, confirming that you share my emotions.