Un-wanted (sestina poem)

I remember when my mother was well
Depression never dwell ed
My soul I would never sell.
I remember when he was never in my life
Never any lies to pierce my heart like a knife
Never so much pain to fight.

I refuse to fight
and fall into your well
I refuse to pick up that knife
For in my mind it dwells
Running my life
I was a purchase I never had to sell.

But sadly it was never mine to sell
Didn't even have the chance to put up a fight
I no longer live a life
I will never again be well
Until your death my soul will dwell
Haunting you regret will feel like a knife.

Piercing your heart is the same bloody knife
There is no more time to buy or sell
No more lies will I let dwell
This temptation I can no longer fight
I can't stand the lies I know so well
The lies that took over my life.

Many think I lived an OK life
and that the object of my death was a knife
The only ones who know are the ones who know me so well
You may think my mind didn't put up much a fight
That this thought has always dwell ed.

That question did always dwell
Taking over my life
For some reason I did go down without a fight
Wounded by a knife
This is the cost of your sell
Your precious daughter isn't well.

This problem dwell ed, I just couldn't get well
I just could not fight, Your horrible knife
The downfall of my life, My horrible sell.