Anti-depressants

I cant take them anymore
for the illness i have there is no cure
all i want is to live a normal life
even if its a life i do not like
but i know it cant be that way
they found me in the graveyard the very next day
lying there with clenched fists
a knife on the floor
a slash on both wrists
i know i said i would be here to stay
but depression never goes away
and this is the way it had to be
i think youd be happier without me