Reboot Error

Hopelessness. Denial. Self-loathing. Sunken under the deep blue sea into the layers of the abyss, where devils drag me down to the depths under mud and sand and a forever darkness. That crushes my reason for living and devours my breath from my lips. Feverish blue filled to the top with uncertainty and empty of emotion as I tip, tip, tip over the edge into scarcity. I am begging to be full once more of everything I have spilled out, but find I am out of kilter. Unable to straighten from the gravity of the situation.

Thousands upon thousands of words in half dozen thousands of languages,

used to describe the phrase "I want to die" in assembles of metaphors, idioms, and similes.

Depression isolates disfigure until the pieces that make up ourselves no longer fit right.

Further gone down the rabbit hole,

like "I don't want to be born anymore."