Quotes and poems

#150

Am I depressed?

I don't know.

Should I cut?

Everyone says no.

But I do anyway,

Because I say so.

I want it to stop,

To just let go.

I feel like I'm drowning.

Feeling so low.

But my end,

Is just to slow.

Still,

This is my goodbye though.

Now my death is near,

As I sink farther below.

To my life I bid farewell,

And to my death I say hello.