DEPRESSION

Run into the house.
Quickly lock the door.
Stumble to the bathroom.
I don't want to live anymore.

Look at my reflection.
Tears dripping down.
I wonder what they'll think of me,
When I'm finally found.

Gripping firm, the razor.
Warm wrist to sharp and cold.
I will never see the day
Of when I grow old.

This depression taking over me.
As the blood trickles out.
Gun is taken from the drawer,
Now they'll hear my shout.

Freezing metal inmy mouth.
BANG! Goes the sound.
Head explodes.
And I plumit down.

Sprawled upon the floor.
My heart has now been tainted.
Nobody can hurt me anymore.
Crimson these walls have been painted.

I am dead!
I am gone!
I am finished!
Like I had sworn!