The wheels keep turning

Every day is exactly the same,
depression there wherever i go,
i no longer see the sun, only the rain,
it's no wonder i'm always feeling so low.

day in, day out,
i turn to that knife,
i don't have any doubt,
as i wish to end my life.

but i never do it right,
i always wake up the next day,
i can no longer fight,
on this earth i don't want to stay.

the thoughts are always there,
along with new ideas i keep learning,
no one seems to care,
yet somehow the wheels keep turning.