Depresion Poem by gary hicinbothem

As I sit back all alone,
As I cry because I can’t be home,
So as I sit back thinking of suicidal thoughts,
Because im a failure in life,
So now ill go grab the knife,
And then slice my vains,

I guess im like everyone else,
Says im a failure in life,
When I cut my vains ill lay in a puddle of blood,
Thinking why,
That im above,
All I wish is that I had one more hug,
Now that I can’t do nothing right,
Why can’t I die tonight?

Lay with my coffin closed,
Nobody will ever know,
I will not put on a show,
Im thinking about dying tonight,
Im so depressed that I want to fight,
Im a failure I can’t do nothing right,
So tonight im get something that works like a knife.