depression

the thing i hate the most is living in me,
everyday i'm fighting it,
fighting to live a day where i've broken free,
fighting for a day where i'm at peace.  
 
you don't fucking help in fact you fucked me up,
so go fuck yourself i'm fighting and losing,
two fights are warring in me and both sides are losing,
tired of fighting it might just give in.  
 
you don't get it do you,
i tell you lies like i do with myself,
just because i said i loved you dont make it true,
as there's a hundred fucking things i hate about you,
i just want peace and to be left alone,
die like i lived all on my own.
 
you sit there and watch as i slide downhill,
further and further with every fucking pill,
wanted to relax or just to say goodbye,
because i know for fact that i want to die..........................