Depression..

I am living; yet I am not. The world is thriving; but I know I am not. 

My head keeps wondering,

 My mind keeps pondering,

If I will live another day.

Though I wish life would take mine,

Others do not. 

I would cut my arm,

Causing it to bleed and scar,

Though people ask me, "Why do you make life seem hard?"

I reply saying," Because life is hard,

But most people decide to take it differently."

This is the story,that I know I will tell,

The story I know I will bring to Hell.