My depression

I\'m going for the blade again,
is there no way to end my pain?

Everyday is another lie,
the world has turned the people
i thought i could trust against me.

Leave me for death,
alone
cold
and
empty.

I sit in silence, watching life fly by,
I\'m stuck in this rut.
I want to be free. i want to die.

Life was easier when i was a
younger child,
death never crossed my mind.

Growing older,it\'s become an obsession,
Curious how people can seem so careless and free
While I\'m stuck dealing with this effin depression.

Depression has made me who i am today.
The cold broken girl.

I become angry to wards people,I\'m angry to wards life,
seems to be my only true friend is
the blade on this knife.

It\'s always there for me,
when ever I\'m down,
it doesn\'t judge,or laugh at me behind my back.

It rips open my flesh,
becomes covered with crimson.
It reminds me I\'m alive,stuck dealing with this never ending depression.

{{Again,i know it\'s bad but vote or comment,thanks}}