Depression

A month ago I tried to kill myself

I was afraid with all I had dealt

I wanted peace and a different state of mind

I felt on Earth I would never ever find

I pushed happiness away as I picked up the pills

Painkillers, I hoped pain was the only thing they killed

I counted seven, six was the proper dose

I wanted to leave the things I loved the most

One, for me breaking up the family,

Two, For not being the one to please,

Three, for my hurting others,

Four, to me lying to my mother

Five, for failing to be more

Six, let my life go out the door

My hand shook as I held the last one

Seven, for the hope my life is done

My art wont be loved

My friends will retreat

This is to the ones I'll never ever meet

It was a lie, my gusto and happy

I'm a crybaby, pathetic and sappy

but my life wont end here

The sadness will go and my happy will appear

My tears will dry and my friends will come

I'll be able to hug my mum

Pencil to paper, razor to skin,

Maybe depression won't win.