I never said goodbye

I think i had a dream last night, or maybe it was real
i remember trying to escape from what i didn't want to feel

running as fast as i can, though i barely even move
trapped in trying to decipher what depression is trying to prove

it stretches out a hand and grabs me by the neck
then shoves me to the ground where my head and glass connect

broken shards lace the floor from when my reflection was destroyed
and sharp edges break my skin making my life void

save me from this death for i do not wish to die
and depression's menacing grin leaves me without a will to try

so i lie here slowly dying, helpless and in tears
because never saying goodbye was one of my biggest fears

*yeah, i have title issues. all my titles suck. this poem is pretty bad too. i realize it changes tense and the ending comes out of left field, but oh well. sorry it sucks. please comment/rate if you have a second anyway, i'd appreciate it. thanks*