Can you just read this and comment?

Losing control. 
Falling into that deep dark hole. 
Slipping away. 
Asking myself, if I'll die today. 
It's all up to me. 
Is this life what I planned it would be? 
No. 
Thoughts sneak up, quiet and slow. 
Thoughts of bleeding. 
Thoughts of hurting. 
Thoughts of crying. 
And thoughts of dying. 
Pulling the trigger. 
Slicing the knife. 
Pushing the chair. 
Do you even care? 
I'm losing control 
Depressions taking its toll 
All this pain
If I die, what will you gain? 
My family won't cry 
My friends won't care
No one will notice,
If I'm simply not there. 
Slipping away. 
Asking myself, will today be the day?