Depression

No one understands it...
How i actually feel.
I sit in my room,
crying...
thinking of how i will die..
DEPRESSION they call it...
i augh at the name..
i call it hell,
my life..
i put that smile on for my friends..
to make them think im happy..
well at east so they dont have to worry..

Hmmm what is this in my hand..
oh my its my razor..
i thought id lost it..
hmmm should i use it??
haha dumb question..
once, twice, three times and more,
the razor done its job...
i have faded to nothing....