Darkest Hour

In my darkest hour
I am alone
I feel the depression
Ripping at my soul

I feel that no one cares
Although they say they do
Still every day and every night
I am always blue

I feel there is nothing else
To aide me in my strife
So I pull the sleeves from my wrists
And I take out my knife

If this life will not befriend me
Then why should I try
And as I feel the~blood~being drawn
I begin to cry

I cry for all I've lost
And the ones that this will pain
I cry for myself
As the tears fall like rain

So as I lay me down to sleep
I say my last good-bye
I promise that I do love you
And I tell you not to cry