Depression poems

Last choice

I can no longer run and hide

I'm sorry but the last choice is suicide

I pray you'll miss me even though you won't....

And since your reading this

That means I'm holding a knife to my wrist

Falling into death's sweet embrace

Hopefully now I have made my case

Half of you don't know the hell I do

Your probably hoping I'll just think it through

I've done enough thinking for the both of us

You must understand that I've had enough

I'm sorry for all that I put you through....

A little whiny kid that wants attention....

But there's one more thing I forgot to mention

My sanity grew

When I talked to you