When you've reached a point in your life where it seems like all love and joy is gone forever, and that even the most uppity attitude can't change the fact that you feel like an empty husk that forever harrows nothing but dismal soullessness.
When all the years of depression have been building up to this. You've been hurt many times in the past, but never like this. You've bounced back a few days later as though it was nothing, and brushed off all your sorrow. But that doesn't work now. You're scared to go to sleep because you can't stand another day in this dark and boring world.
You're not suicidal, and you'd never even consider it for a moment, but you just wish you'd cease to exist. One moment you're alive, the next you're simply gone. Free to spend the rest of eternity in a dreamless sleep, which is far better than spending one more day forcing a smile on your face for the people that care about you.
What do you do when that happens