This Depression Will Kill Me

I sit in my room.
There's nobody here but me and my thoughts.
They begin to go loud..
Yelling in my head your worthless, your alone, nobody loves you.
I try to hold my tears back but its too late and they are streaming down my
cheeks.

I escaped my depression for a while.
Living with a peaceful mind.
That all went when I was left here by myself.
I just stare in the mirror looking at my reflection.
How can one be so depressed and not get any help.

I cry even more.
My anger starts to kick in and I grab my mirror.
I throw it against my wall and it shatters.
I stare for a moment, then pick up a piece of jagged glass.

It shines in the light as I look at it.
I slide my sleeve up.
Picking up old habits I used to have.
There goes that layer of skin.
Right over the scar that was laying there.
The blood escapes my body like a river that broke through a dam.  

Old habits never die.
I drop the glass to the floor and stare.
The sweet relieve it gives.
Oh how I miss this feeling.
This depression will kill me.

I lay my body down on the floor.
I stare up at my ceiling.
Maybe this will be the time it ends.

I close my eyes and let a breath out.
Getting comfortable, my complexion goes white.
I don't remember anything after that.

This depression will kill me.