Depression

You are hopeless 
You should be dead 
These are the thoughts that run through my head 
When it comes 
it hits me like a train 
So I cut into another vein
It's so hard to feel anything but hate 
I can't stand how much it hurts 
So I pick up the blade 
What is this life? 
Why am I here? 
It seems all I do is live in fear
Fear of the day when it becomes too much 
When I can't take anymore and decide to give up..