Depressed?

In the words of many people there is no life to wish for, sometims death is the only thing in our graces. condemned by madness, a rusty knife is the answer. as weakness prevails over me i begin to slide the rusty blade down my wrist, only wishing for something new. maybewishing for a new life or a new love. some questions i cant answer at all. with blood sliding down her arm and on to floor, it begins to tell a story of a forgotten soul. this soul once had faith, then her depression showed its face and turned her once beautiful dreams into horrific nightmares of insanity.
with nothing left but death.