Depressed =(

I look at my friends lifes,
They are the best,
Then I look at mine,
Why is it such a mess?

I look at my wrists,
And try not to cry,
The depressions so bad,
I just want to die.

I hate the way people look at me
I hate myself for what I do,
I hate my Dad for how I turned out,
I probly hate you too.

I see so many happy people,
I wish that I could smile,
Even if it's just a little one,
It should last me a while.

I look up to the sky and sye,
know someone I used to know is up there,
I hope that one day I may die,
And be happy too.