I stare through the glasses I wear,
But it's bleary,
I want to see clearly,
I don't want to see life as a blear,
I want to cry,
I feel the tears stinging my eyes,
The hood I'm wearing soaked with rain,
I run home,
And run,
"Mom" I yell.
No answer,
I'm alone,
All alone,
Blade piercing my skin,
Cutting through the skin,
Blood dripping to the floor,
1 cut,
Now 3 cuts,
Now 8 cuts,
I turn the water on in the bathtub,
It's cold, mildly warm,
I step in fully freezing,
I lay there still,
No breath,
I let the tub fill up and I turn it off,
I slide down into the water,
My lungs filling up with water,
My heart stopping on it's last beat,
My breathing stopped,
My last day has come and the water is no longer clear, it's red,
My blood,
My life,
The End has come and I don't resist the urge to let it take over,
I ended it,
I ended the suffering,
I ended the pain,
I feel more alive then I ever have in my entire life.
I am alive and I want to accept that.
My life has ended but I still feel alive more then I ever did when I was really alive.
Depression you've won.
Depression my mind haunts me like you wanted.
Depression are you happy now?
Depression?
Depression are you there?
Am I alone?
I don't hear you?