WORK OF ART

Micro Fiction: Depression

I was walking home alone. Regardless of the heavy rain that is pouring down. I'm soaking wet from the rain, but I couldn't care less. I'm so exhausted. I feel like giving up.

I laughed to myself. I feel alone. I can no longer see my worth to live. I'm sick of this useless life.

Sometimes I think, what if I just disappear? Isn't that fun? What if I just end the life I have?

A melancholic smile drew across my pale lips when realization hit me. I have given up long ago, didn't I?

I chained myself to depression.