Poetry is my release,
It helps me through the day...

Depression has consumed me,
Ive joined its horrid cult...

Depression is a sickness,
It messes with your head...

Why do I even try?
All I ever do is cry...

Who turned out the light?
I feel so alone...

I once said "Hi" to a purple cow,
But instead of saying "Moo," it said...

Why smile and laugh and be happy,
When there’s so much pain inside...

A simple day in the life of me,
Is filled with only misery...

I hope you realize what you’ve done,
You’re the reason I’ve got this gun...

I run the blade across my vein,
And say good bye to all the pain...

Should I cut?
Or should I not...

In my hand I have a knife….
And with it I could end my life...