I\'m better off dead.

I cut myself to make it go away,
the pain that i feel,
each and every day.

The depression never leaves,
why can't i jsut die?
i try and cover the blood stains on my sleeves,
but they are so hard to hide,

The sooner i leave this world,
the better off I'll be,
i will no longer be a burden,
and you'll be happy without me.