Depression

I wrote this when I went through a phase of depression in grade 10.

My clothes are old, faded and ripped
I can’t remember what color my shoes were before I let them become bloodstained
My soul is in tatters and shreds
My identity is trampled and crushed
Give me a knife and don’t prevent me from taking my life
I have achieved my goal now there is nothing left living for
Let me commit suicide tonight as there is nothing even worth my time anymore
Don’t mourn my passing I only want you to do everything you used to only this time without me
My life is crap