Heavy Cost

The voices so dark, the light so far away. I can't hear anything else over them. No matter how I try, escape comes at a heavy cost.
                                        
“Your life is rotting. Pick up the tools of death. Three times a try, and success you had. But death is a tricky thing. Three times denied.”
                                              
“End it, life will keep me talking. You’ve never been worth it. My voice is in your hands, our hands. The Fourth will work, I promise...”
                    
Should I give in to the spoken words of the evil within me? Will they win this day and ruin all that I’ve worked for in life? Escape means death...