Depression you've caused

Depression is what you have caused me.
You left me, and I feel like half my life has fallen to the ground.
If ever you should want me again, I'll think you changed.
You'll break my heart again, and then it might be the end of me.
My other half will fall and so will my soul.
I cut at night, I cry, and tell myself I don't deserve to live.
I am the one who has to suffer for you're actions.
Depression is what you have caused me.
Death is no solution, Life isn't any better.
What shall I do, now that you've left me, I have no one to turn to.
No one to cry with, no one to speak to, and no one to hand my heart to.
Depression is what I have to live with, now that you've left me.