Depression short stories and poems

A suicide note

Am I committing suicide? Possibly. You may never know these days. However, I just would like to describe depression for you, so you get a true experience of what it's like.

Depression... It's when you are in such a blank state that you feel so lost and hopeless. You're told by friends everyday that "you're worth it to me" or "I love you" or "am I not good enough?" However the thing is, when you get to this blank state of mind, where you're suicidal... The last thing you think about is the other person. You're consistently thinking about suicide... Suicide... Suicide... All the pain is too much, and slowly you start loosing a grip on life. You loose control of your actions and who you are anymore. All you know, is you're in pain, and you want it to end.
But at the same time, if you're a suicidal person and see your friend who's also suicidal push you away and not let you help them out... It hurts. Knowing you can't make them happy or satisfy their needs at the moment. Yeah everyone needs "alone time" but they push you away to such a cold empty feeling, and to me, it's worse than abuse at times, for you're parents aren't your friends but your actual friends... They stick by you and are suppose to trust you and be there until the end... And having them... Not trust you hurts.

Suicide is when you are constantly up all night... Questioning your existence, and asking who would care if I'm gone? No one, because I have no one. It's like running on a treadmill and seeing a bottle of pills at the top of the machine, but you can't reach them, because you can never catch up to depression.

Death, is a beautiful thing. It shows that someone escaped the hell we live in... And are free. Life doesn't have to be black and white. We can make
It a rainbow... With overflowing color, so no one has to see darkness in this world... But then... Your world comes crashing down. Just when it starts to get better and it kills you.