Did i do it!

Depression has become my obsession.
i have suffered so many times,
its hard to write a poem that rhymes
yet sad rhymes with mad
that\'ll be me soon.

i sit alone,
in this body of broken bones

i will never overcome my pain.
i found that vein,
that links to my arterie
one deep slash, make it two.
and thats the end.
did i make my path of life bend.

i didnt do it!

i walk alone,
in this body of broken bones

i say to myself, \"i am so weak.\"
but yet i can no longer speak.
there is no use for me here,
i look over that pear.
just jump.
i\'ll hit that old tree stump

i can\'t weep,
i can\'t feel my heart beat.
did i do it.

please comment. this poem was only real in my head, when i suffered with depression really bad i use to hold the knife, n look over that pear. i couldnt do it, i couldnt hurt the one person that showed me how to love, told me im strong, beleived in me, n was there to hold my hand through it all. sadley she passed away, two years ago. she is my hero, she is my nanna!