Its Not Just For The Lonely...

I hate myself so much!
I can't handle being in this life,
So instead of falling down in tears,
I turn to the razor or knife.

People see something different,
They see the one who's free,
From all the pain of depression,
But obviously they can't see me.

The girl with the lonley slate eyes,
She's not exactly what she seems,
All she think's about is dying,
Even in her "happy" dreams.

I hate myself so much,
For thinking like this.
Why do I think if I die?
That I will not be sorely missed.

I have many friends,
And a guy I love,
Still I want to leave,
And rise up to above.

Depression can happen to anyone,
Who's really feeling down,
Even those theres people there,
I still really want to frown.

So as I write this poem,
I really hope you can see.
That depression and suicide.
Isn't just for the lonely...