Depression

My mind is torn and twisted my mind is now defective,
I use the blade to ease my pain so simple and effective,
Take the pills or cut my skin,
Twist the blade as more goes in,
A thin strip of metal Helps me through my life,
Cures the pain of depression and strife,
It gets me through the days as i cry,
Helps me through the days as they fly by,
I take the blade, Just one small slice,
Still feeling depressed i cut myself twice,
My wrists flow the crimson river,
I weep my silent shiver,
The blade taunts me and says "Your mind is so twisted and torn, You never existed, Your now defective...Don't talk of depression the blade's more effective"