Depression-&-Supression

All of the screams,
All of the tears,
Hell has just become,
One of my fears.

I use to laugh,
I use to joke,
But now my life,
Has gone up in smoke.

Every night I,
Awake from my dreams,
To thousands of,
Def-defying screams.

Ever since I left,
This has been my life,
The thing that keeps me sane,
Is the comfort of my knife.

Pain has surrounded,
Darkness has fell,
In this dark room,
My skin has turned pale.

There are two ways,
To stop this pain,
One is death,
One is gain.

The gain of,
Seeing her again,
Every night I can,
Hear her voice in the wind.

I have lost my faith,
Lost my hope,
Death is the only thought ,
That doesn't make me choke.

I will get to see,
Her soon I pray,
If I don't,
My life will surely fray.

If not I will become,
Nothing but a shell,
Barley able to walk this earth,
To weak and frail.

Then eventually death,
Will consume me,
And my soul shall,
Be free.