All thats left

Depression,
its tight grip.
hands strangling,
I'm about to slip.

Tears flowing from my eyes,
blood coming from my wrist.
the last thing to do,
written on my list.

I'm ready to go.
death has its hold on me now.
you hurt me so much.
why would you do this to me, how?

I loved you!
but you couldn't see,
i took off my mask,
all thats left is me...