Suicide Confession

Suicide...
The dark side of my life...
Fingers red tight,
Grasping the surgical shinny knife...
Thinking about it,
In my head,
Only, at nigh...

Deep down,
Flooded depression,
This is a long story.
My suicide confession...

Trying,
Longing,
For a minute smile...
A happiness laugh,
Once in a while....

Caring only, about whats going on in my head...
Hoping my heart would stop beating,
So I could finally just be dead...
Loner.
I am...
Taking over the Devils profession...
This is a long story.
My suicide confession...

Believing,
People will love me,
Will care,
My bleeding heart,
I'm trying to repair...

Why did I want to end my life?
Becausing living is hard,
Easy,
Is cutting my throat with a knife...
Darkened halo,
Up above my head,
My possession...
This is a long story my suicide confession...

An eye,
With a tear,
Believing its myself I should fear...

Put in this straight jacket,
Yes I was,
The pain in my throat,
A long applause...

Didn't no what else I could do,
So, Doctor, I had to turn to you...

Why did I try, to commit suicide?
That is a long story, my suicide confession...

But I think it's because, hidden inside,

I have a lot of depression...