TRIGGER WARNING: mention of self harm and suicide

Why do you even fight the feeling?
You know the gnawing feeling in the back of your head, asking you to embrace me.

You fight, but for what? To delay the inevitable right?
You saw it in your visions, you heard it from the voices within the cages of your mind.

All roads lead to me, so why not embrace m? Greet me like a dog greets its master.
Have I not given you the thought of release, as freedom from your depression?

Have I not invited you to paint your body with your own blood,
running the blades of the brush along your already scarred canvas?

Yet still you deny me, the offering of my love.
Have I not given you my time and waited for your arrival?

Yet a stranger am I, out in the dark of the night with cold cold hands.
How cruel you are to replace me with people who shall soon be moths to a flame, leaving behind nothing but a painful memory adding to your suffering.

It would be the greatest feeling to see you again and meet you for the first time.
Your friend misses you, come and greet your old friend, come and greet DEATH.

-Anonymous