the depths of insanity.

going insane doesn't happen overnight, it's a gradual process.

from the outside you appear okay. people know you get down sometimes, but you carry on. as time passes you begin to question, 'is this a life, or am i just living?' eating, sleeping, breathing...going through the motions in order to continue existing.

slowly you start feeling yourself slipping away from reality..from those you love, from the things you once enjoyed, from your hopes and dreams. isolation is your best friend. the hopelessness is crushing, yet strangely comforting. it's what you have grown to know...it's all you know.

as you become weaker, the demon's grip becomes tighter. you have no will power left to fight it or strength to put on a brave face anymore. the poison circulates through your body and soaks into every organ. you become saturated in wretchedness. it's heavy and overwhelming.

plunging into insanity is like darkness closing in on you day by day, month by month, year by year. it's like being trapped in a room drained of oxygen. it's like being thrown into the middle of the ocean with weights connected to your wrists and ankles. it's like screaming at the top of your lungs in a public place and no one noticing, it's like the world around you is crumbling...it's like every dark moment in life amplified.

...and it's the last place you ever want to be.