Self

Take the knife into my hand.
Shut the door, turn on the fan.

Blockout the world from every noise.
There is no hope, none left, no joy.

Longing for life to just be done.
This life sucks it was never fun.

With each stroke of the wrist.
I pretend that I could no see but miss,

All the evil inside the world today.
That I wish would just go away.

Wanted to be free from all this pain.
Not wanting anything to remain,

In my mind that will hurt me more,
More then anything has before.

Depression sucks like a living hell.
But nothing just ends up working that well.