Depression

It's the monster that never lets you forget, it's the voice that tells you to hurt yourself, that you're better off dead.

"No one will miss you, you worthless piece of trash"

This monster grows stronger the more you listen to it, the more you respond to it, the more you withdraw. It relishes in the feast...

It latches onto your brain, your heart, your soul. This monster will change who you are... It makes your old self a memory.