Rage and Depression...

There are times you tend to say things you never really wanted to say... you hurt people unintentionally but you realize this only when it's too late... your heart is filled with rage... there's fierceness in your eyes... anger brings you out of your sanity and like a mad man you run amidst the darkness not knowing that you're running amidst a crowd... you hit everything that you feel is blocking your way not knowing what you hit was already the person most important to you... then when reality strikes and your sanity comes back to you... you begin to see the product of your madness... you see blood all over you... not yours but someone else's... someone who matters most to you... then you see her body... lifeless... covered with blood... then it all begins to sink in... it was your fault and no one else's... and now it's too late... you've already taken away the only hope you have... depression eats you up... you feel as rotten as ever... you want to be lifeless as well... you hurt yourself... but all you feel is pain... and you realize that you're still alive... now your covered with your own blood... there's a sharp sensation all over your body... you lie on the ground... breathing heavily... wishing you were dead... but death is nowhere near... you feel more pain... and your sanity leaves you again... you're still alive... but your soul had died from the moment you hit her... now being sorry can't save her... it can't save you...