Think

The depressed are deprived from the one thing inside
They lose their feeling of hope and a one true love.
There always floating to the top just to be brought back down
And the darkness of there life is why they have a permanent frown.
They walk right through there life with that permanent frown and the pressure brings down and the war breaks out. A different war because it cant be stopped.
Its a war between you and yourself and you realize that you have done something terribly wrong.
You find time in a cell this room made of foam not a thing to kill the urge of stopping youre breathing and then it hits you thats what you did wrong you tried to end your life and messed up.
But the longing to do it again over powers because the pain was delightful a sensational pain and now you cant stop.
Youre already thinking of ways to try again and have it work.
The sensation once again arises and a great big smash of the mind.
Or just a simple trip to the bathroom yea this might work
You go to the bathroom with a rope.
What if you had something really sharp that you had found and then you carve something in your arm and they think youre crazy?
Then youre taken to a metal cell.
You are coming up with a new plan a bash to the head on the metal as the deep red covers your bed.
Will that plan work I think so.
The world you see goes black and one last breath as you hear a scream from a loved one and you feel terrible, but its all over now and its too late to say no.

this isent one of my best...it was just a spurr of the moment kinda thing