Once Saved.

I remember when I was happy.
Ever since last year, our generation can easily say, “Life’s so f*****g crappy.”

I remember when I had a small stress reliever.
A life saver.
I’d snap my rubber-band.
Instead of drowning in my own depressed, pain-filled quick-sand.
Now, that doesn’t work.
My heart’s being a depressed jerk.

I need help.
I need something.
To save me from my thoughts.
Anything.
Before my mind rots.