My depression

Sitting there inside my room
Trapped inside all of my gloom
I was ready to quit my horrible life
Emotional pain shot through me like a knife

I was tired of living, tired of always feeling sad,
Tired of what I was going through, tired of always feeling bad

I didn’t have a lot of friends anymore
I felt ripped, shattered, mangled, and torn
Everyone else seemed happy and fine
Everyone’s life except for mine

I pulled out a gun and put it to my head
I was all alone, I wanted to be dead
I thought of the things haunting my past
All the good things that just didn’t last

I don’t know why it happened to me
I thought I would always live my life depression free
It’s been like this for about a year
All because of one stupid fear

I wish I could take back that day
Forget all that happened, so I wouldn’t have to pay
I was miserable for so long
Everything in my life felt so wrong

I didn’t want to be there
In fact, I didn’t want to be anywhere
But im starting to feel better, starting to feel right
Trying to put my depression out of sight