Depressing

Am I alive or am I dead
My greatest regrets repeating
in my head. Felling so empty and
cold, like a puddle of my own blood
forming the sillihoute of a mold. 

Wondering if I'll ever be missed,
trapped in my own darkness,
lost lucidity of my mind. 
 
The depression, a war in time.
Counting down the days left on
my life line. Lost in all these silly
rhymes. Trying to breath, but no
longer living. Lost all hope,
lost all meaning.

Confused with what is real,
saying grace at my last meal.
Counting down seconds to death,
watching from hell as they put me
to rest.