It started out as something small on his wrist,

he would look in the mirror, his empty eyes staring back.

he told everyone he would be fine,

and yes he tried

but the infection spread

from his arms to his legs,

eventually to his stomach and  thighs

slowly bleeding, contaminating his body, it spread

anywhere it could go and when it all finally got to his head,

within days he was dead.

and then it got ahold of his sister

started the same way, a few marks on her wrist,

how did that turn into this?

blood stained bathroom tiles, bathwater dyed red

it wasn’t just inside her head,

she couldn’t stop the thoughts or her actions, it had taken control

it continued to spread. and once she was covered

she couldn’t even try to heal

the infection had gotten so much bigger

so she grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger.

her best friend is the one to find her

laying in a pool of red

dead

surrounded by pills and bottles

and she sees no need for tomorrow

the infection had already started working its sorrow

see, her best friend has a problem,

the likes to look down from tall places.

so far from the world, making faces blurry

she went to her favorite place

looking down

at pills and empty bottles

the infection had gotten her too

for she had jumped only a few days after her friend pulled the trigger

after her bestfriends brother had bled out

this will continue, for the infection never stops

depression doesn't stop.