Depression

The thought of suicide
always crosses through my mind

every cut is even more deep
but never once have i started to weep

my eyes they shine bleak
i used to have dreams i wished to seek

the world turned me cold full of hate
i cant wait til my death date

you will all be sorry that turned your back
because ones that loved me is what i lacked

dont bring flowers dont bring sorries
you got your wish i am finally leaving!

trust me i am happier than you
i have no one to say sorry or i love you to!