Don't

Depressed is a word,
That's is rarely unheard,
So why do you look at me,
Like I'm someone who's not free.

Death is just a thing,
That life has to bring,
So why do you shudder,
When that's all I utter.

Suicide is real,
Something that I'll always feel,
So don't be amazed,
When all hell's raised.

Like I have always said at the end of my poems, let me know what you think, k?