Me: Sadness?
Depression: No.
Me: Feelings?
Depression: Nope
Me: Do I belong here?
Depression: No.
Me: Can I die?
Depression: Yes.

2 months later after mum and dad help with the move to living alone.
Me: Hi.
Depression: Hey old friend.
Me: How do you wanna go.
Depression: Grab the knife.
Me: slowly tears fall Okay...
Depression: Slow and deep.
Me: Tears dry 'Kay.
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and it's done.
Goodbye World.