Gee, that cab driver must've been really nice. I do hope that he ends up ok. “ He was a...nice man…” said the lady. I teared up, to see this nice woman die now. “ Lady, I hope you enjoy the afterlife.” I smelt feces and I looked at the lady. She was slumped over. “QUICK!!! WE NEED A NURSE, A DOCTOR, SOMEONE!!!” the other orderly shouted. She was whisked into a vacant room. About 50 blue coated people ran into the room and performed multiple tests. “ We need you to leave.” said one of them. I decided to go into the cafeteria. I ate a cold hamburger that tasted like an old and musty sponge. I had some old people prune juice as well. I was used to this. The scent and taste of death, right here. I cried. I didn't want it to end this way. I don't want this sad, horrible life. I want to...leave. I feel like the person who wrote this. Lifeless, dead, ignored, unwanted, accused, made fun of, hurt. Hurt. I feel hurt. I don't want people to die. I quit! That's it, I quit life! I quit this job. I quit EVERYTHING! GAH!

Help me. I'm giving up. I'm giving up on myself. Please, somebody help me! I'm alone… I'm lonely. Help. I have nobody. Help me. I've been thinking too much, too deep please stop. Help me. I'm going mad. Help. Help.

I wake up. There's ketchup all over my face. I must've passed out. “ Help. I need a napkin. A friend. Someone who isn't mean. Help me.” Help me. Death. Dying. Dead. Help too deep. I need to get out. I need to leave. Please get me out. I don't want to die. Please help me.

I really wake up now. Im soaked with what looks like tears. “ Are you ok?” one of the bluecoats said. “Im fine. I've been thinking too much.” I gave in to depression. Help me. People are mean and making me depressed. I am probably making you depressed by reading this. Help me please. Depression.

Depression is serious. Help.