Unable to take it, too much pain, too much stress. Eating at her thoughts, making every breathe difficult. Tears run freely as she struggles, hard to make it. Nothing is going right. She can no longer smile. No longer hide the pain inside. Screaming, reaching. She calls out, no one comes. Sinking further and further into the lake of depression. Unable to swim out of it, she lets the despair take her. Her last breathe leaving her lungs as she slips further and further away.

Yes, its a vent...yes its all there, thats how I feel...
art is mine
character is mine

The only thing I like is how fast I could do this, and how well it looks.