Freedom From Depression

I sit in my room holding back my sorrowful tears
As I realize good old depression is back
I guess it had been too long since our last encounter
So he decided to pop in for an unexpected visit
We chat the day away with him doing most of the talking
He reminds me of how useless I am and how the world hates me
Of all the memories I tried so hard to erase from my head
Flashes of beatings, blood and pure hell fill my mind
Ever so slowly breaking me down with his hurtful words
As the hours pass he gazes into my eyes seeing that Im becoming weaker
When he feels he’s done enough damage he bids his farewell
But before leaving he steals my smile, happiness and joy for life
With an evil laugh he waves goodbye but promises to come back again
With that said I turn to my only reliable friend
Cradling her cold metal body in my hands
I look down to my warm, soft flesh which is so inviting
The blood pulses through my veins begging to be free
Who am I to deny ones freedom?
So I gently pick up my blade between my eager fingers
Lowering the sharp point to the bluest vein I can find
And with a quick movement of the arm the deed is done
Freedom is finally bestowed, the flood gates open and out it pours
I can almost hear the cries of joy but this river doesn’t flow fast enough
I make another incision this time bigger, all the way down my arm
I smile watching the blood fall to the ground forming a puddle
I can feel myself fading away but I’m not worried, relieved if anything
My practically lifeless body falls to the ground in a crumpled heap
And with my last breath I laugh as depression can never come knocking again

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