A "bit" depressed

Up alone one night,
I was feeling a bit depressed,
I didn't want to do it,
I hope that fact is stressed.

I walked to the kitchen,
Searching for a knife,
It had to be sharp,
I had to take my life.

I grabbed my heart,
Pulled it out of my chest,
Stabbed the knife through,
You know the rest.

I lyed there,
Truely heartless this time,
Everyone has a time to die,
I thought this was mine.

I opened my eyes,
I had missed,
I didn't understand,
I put the knife to my wrist.

Something was wrong,
It couldn't cut through,
This wasn't normal,
This was something new.

I ran to the bathroom,
I found some pills,
If a knife wouldn't kill me,
Maybe they will.

I found cyaninde,
I drank that too,
I was counting the minutes now,
It would only take a few.

Five hours later,
I was still here,
This is awful,
I cannot die I fear.

I sat there alone,
Trapped in my life,
Nothing could kill me,
Not chemicals nor a knife.

I am doomed,
To be forever depressed,
I need a way out,
I hope that fact is stressed.