My depression sinks in
at the dead of night
with no one here to keep me sane
no drugs or alcohol to take my pain away
no party's to hide myself
no Friends whose shoulders I can cry in
my family gone
my life lost.
My only possible escape is sleep
but that is a thousand times worse.
This is when the tears fall from my face
and my blades look oh so pleasant
while my veins pump out beautiful blood.
Now is when I need companionship
now is when I need my pills
not while the sun is bright,
now is when the world hates me the most
now is when I will swing from my noose
now is when I will dig my knife deep in my arms
now is when I end this life.