life is a lie, life is a burden, depression is my only hope, depression is my saviour, life is my death, with out life no one would learn, with out death my saviour would not have existed with out life there would be no death, i love my depression, its what makes me realize what i have done, good or bad, i am a living god for as i have surpassed many in this crazy denial world, the way the world spins does not suit me, i am prepared for hell, and for the pain hell in itself brings, as death takes over my body i slowly release the grasp on reality, and as reality itself leaves a new purpose to live comes to life, a girl, ffar beond beautiful, she is my angel without wings, its as if she saved me from death its self, its a magnificent task only to be done by someone beautiful and caring, and this is only the begining of my new start, i would go to the end of the earth and back for her, i would lay down my life for this girl, this girl of beauty and kindness