Who am i tell me who i am , i cant couse who stays and leaves, ever person i take into my life, takes a bit of my sanity when they leave, slowly as parts of me are taken, i fall apart, those who support me leave, as if i were nothing, because they see im weak, im NOT strong in any way, the only thing i have is a cloud of Depression

A dark storm forms as i walk in the room, that storm is my soul, my soul is my Depression, my thoughts, my hate, and my longing for the sweet release of death, the darkness and silence death would bring, i long for it, but as i think why wait i have pills, i have a rope, and i have a blad, i can end it all now, all my pain, and all my suffering... so why not, it'll be quick, like i was never here, but i can't leave now, i can't leave you, you raised me all of you, you make life worth living, and if i were to leave than those who hert me would win