Depression Is Back Poem by tiyler durden

I want to see the razor drawing down my wrist
I want to see the blood oozing out, such bliss
I want to see death standing at my door
I want this life to end I scream out 'no more'

I want to smash my head in with a brick
I want to drink Bleach until I throw up blood nice and thick
I want to cut my stomach open and see the entrails on the floor
I want to do all these things and much more

I want to throw myself from an eight story flat
throw myself in front of an oncoming train, SPLAT! ! !
or on to a highway full of oncoming cars
I want to do this and much more
but until then I curl up and cry upon the floor....