Depressing Life

You stand there on an hill staring at the sunset, not being able to think rather you want to stay on this planet..or leave it forever.  The more this flys through your head, the more it hurts.  It hurts so much that you feel the only way to cure it...is to wrap the rope you hung in the tree your sitting under around your neck and tighten it intill you die from loss of oxygen.  Its been a week since you got sad information about your wife and child. While you where away on important business, you had the most saddest information of your life.      Your wife..has died of an heart attack, and your child ran away from the scaring event and has not yet been found by anypony.  As you sit there with the only picture of your daughter and wife you begin to tell yourself " Why me, out of all the ponys in this horrible world of ours..why...why did it have to be me" You start to cry at this point.  The thought of it just makes you want to die, just to join your wife and if possible your...child "Wait, what the hell am I saying".  You manage to stop yourself in your words. You think to yourself "Why would I say that, why would I hope my own daughter is dead just so I can join her and Rosey in the after life?"...So many questions are going through your head at this point.  Never have you ever thought so dark like that, or for that fact you never thought like that before.  Your head is starting to over flow with questions, you can't tell what would kill you first, the depression or the rope you have around your throat.  As you sit there, with your head filled with painful questions and your heart braking, piece by piece, you can't help but start thinking of the good times.  Come to think of it, you remember something very specific told to you from your mother years ago after your father passed away.  Infact it was a sane she said at every funeral you've been to as a kid, which was two and that sane was "Memory's help fight the darkness that lurks within" As a child you couldn't really understand what she meant, but at this point you realize what she meant.  "Fight the depression" The darkness being the depression and the memory's being the light that grows inside of you to defeat the darkness and bring life to you again.  As this thought runs through your head, you can't help but...smile at this a little.  The thought of it brought not only joy but peace to your half shattered and frozen heart.  "Yea, why join the darkness when I can be some where happy"  You said to yourself as you stared at the picture of you wife and daughter, you soon realize theres no reason what so ever for you to be doing this.  Putting yourself through all of this pain, all this misery, is only going to make everthing worse.  "Why do something  like that when all you simply have to do is remember"   You say to yourself, as you start to feel that memory's are the natural cure for that horrible word...depression.