The Angel and the Devil

I realized a long time ago that these delights wouldn't ease the pain. The pain is constant and mere delightful moments could do nothing to relieve me of it. How much I would like it to, it will not make any significant changes, though I do appreciate it for what it is.

I have so much yet there seems to be an essential piece missing. You want to kill yourself. You say life isn't worth living. You say we all die anyway, so why wait. We tell you that it's all nonsense. We tell you that you got things all wrong. We tell you that you need to change your attitude. You counter us by saying that we are the ones who are wrong, that things will never change, that we will always be situated here, that we will never be loved. Some of us listen and some of us don't. 

They go into isolation, 

withdrawing from loved ones. 

And they may lash out, 

becoming irritable or violent.

You and I are the angel and devil on each of his shoulders. Some of the time he listens to me, but now he's listening more to you than me. Once you managed to push him into isolation, you pulled him away from his loved ones you made him irritable, I barely managed to keep him from lashing out violently. Do you not realize that you're killing him? Do you not realize that he is close to the edge already and if you push any more he will jump? I am doing all I can to get him back up on his feet. I fear I'm not enough hold onto him and keep the cage intact.

How long will this person last?