The Dark Hole Poem by Joe Tyrrell

I live in the never ending darkness known as depression, like a dark hole, that there is no way to get out of.. no light. nothingness forever and ever..
My soul has been covered in black ink, which will never be washed away, my heart, torn and scattered, my life.. never was..
Whats left of my personality, is being raped by the stabbing nothingness. and its destroying me.
Although my assured destruction is far in the distance, and i long for it..
Long for the peaceful kiss of death
The bliss and happiness, of never being hurt again.