/ˈloiəltē/

A story of four people who live as torctured souls only left to believe death is the only pill they haven't taken yet. This are there attempt at telling the mosters to silence themselves. For depression is one way barbwire not to keep us out, ment to keep us in. The tears left going down the cheek of those who suffer from a 'mental in balance' with our minds will not be forgotten. Even those who had the strength to want to be called a survivor, or those who had sucum to the pain and said goodbye. We hurt, I hurt, you hurt, but it counts on what we do with the pain of life. All met dimise and so will you in the end.