Crying out
To no one...

The knife feels good within my grasp
as i plan this final task...

As night falls,
i am still up...

Damage to my soul
CAn never be erased...

Slipping into the darkness,
The blackness envelops me...

The mirror shatters against my bare fist,
blood pours from my hand...

Dear Depression,
The marks...

Standing upon the bench
above that deep trench...

Deep down inside
is where these demons hide...

Waking up
and shaking from head to toe...

Back again
into the arms of depression...

I hurt so much
Can't anybody tell...