A letter once wrote

I wrote a letter one time , it was personal from me .

It spoke about how I was cracked like glass and unable to breath .

How even with my dearest . I still felt isolated and alone.

In the end  the letter said goodbye.

Fuelled by my dark thoughts that night .
Well... of wanting to die .

See depression controlled , played me like a sick game .

Puppet on a string ,Until I went Insane .   

I'd lost all hope of getting better . My mind we set in stone.

And in my darkest moment ...

I'd never felt more and home .