Just Dead

I was just

                              trapped.

I was just

                              tired.

I was just
 
                              depressed.

I was alive, now I am

                              dead.

Dead, I am dead,
the words
circle somewhere
in my head.
Floating, leaving me.
My soul is filled
with

                             fear.

Regret cuts me
like knifes,
like the razors
I used to end it.
My life is over.
I am

                             dead.