#depression - The Killer Surrounded by love, I think. Yet I feel so cold on the inside. Surrounded by material things. But these mean nothing to me. Nothing, because I'm swamped in the dark, And people say I've lost my spark. But that ran from me, long ago. And now I'm a nothing, nothing that you would know. So how can I return, from this lost, lonely ark? Where there's no one to lean on, and no to ask. How can i pull myself up from this drain? I'm unsure if I can, due to the pain. I'm a lost wondering figure, Roaming but not free. Someone pull the trigger... And perhaps then we'll see... Beauty and sparks' in all their eyes, For they were getting tired too. Of all her needs, being thrust on them. Well, now they've nothing to lose. Just one man, looking worn beyond his years. Crouching by her grave, holding back his tears. He is one who cannot rest, for he has lost his all, his partner, his girl. He has lost, everything now, his world. Who pulled the trigger and ended this #life? Was it a murder or was it a suicide? The coroner said, they could not decide, But were more inclined to believe, That a murder had occurred. The girl had died, the others were fine. But the partner could not rest. For #depression it seemed was the killer. And now the world was less.