My friends, My family, My people.

The dark rings circle around your head. You are lost in oblivion. Sitting infront of the black screen. Internal monologue playing the broken recorded messages. They make your stomach ache. The presences of a dark cloud settles over your life.

The people refuse to let you get down.

Tears stream down your face. So choked up on emotions you cannot speak. All that comes out are gasps for air as if you were drowning.

They stand over you, and pick you up.
Your heart is crushed heart as you give up on the goodness of man. You shake your head, trying to comprehend why this always happens to you.

They sit there and explain the world to you.  

Thin, brightly red fluid warmly flows over your face. You duck your head in despair. It drips and pools awkwardly at your feet.

They clean you up, hold you close, tell you that everything will be okay. 

Cold steel bracelets wrapped your wrists. You get pushed into the back seat. You feel your life is over.

The people surround you and don't give up on you.
You lay in the hospital bed, destroyed. Not sure if you will wake to see the morning light. Hemi-dazed flashes of your surroundings cross your mind. You don't know if it is reality or a dream.

There they were, not allowing you to give up on yourself.