Cut after cut after cut

As i lie here, sad, angry, and depressed,
i feel to lazy to get up, and get dressed,
i feel so useless, and all alone
I\\\'d try to call someone,
but i can\\\'t reach the phone
the reflection in the mirror
is no longer me!
I\\\'m starting to hate the new face that i see
it makes me sick
to see it each day
so i hit the glass to make it go away
mostly it shatters,
and cuts half my hand
the pain from it is strong and grand
so i pick up a piece of the glass,
and in my arm, make a spot of bloody mass
it hurts for awhile
then slowly fades,
I\\\'m beginning to like this game of charades.
so i pick up a knife
and cut deeper,and deeper,
until i realize everything gets steeper.
i get to my feet,
and walk to the wall,
i go out the door, and next through the hall
i stumble over a thing or two
before i get to make a short call
i dial in your number just to say good-bye
never again will i ever have to cry!!

*i know that it\\\'s not the best, but i wrote this because my life is so depressing! so if you could rate it, and send a comment, it would mean a lot to me thanks!!*