The Story of My Life

This is the story of my life,
A story that ended with a knife.
Filled with regression,
And huge amounts of depression.

Thoughts of suicide,
Should I use cyanide?
That\'d be way too easy,
I need to make people queasy.

I need to make a flood,
Using my very own blood.
That would show all of them,
And to me it would condemn.

So I raise this knife,
And end my horrid strife.
My life now ended,
I\'m sorry to all I offended.