Depression

I sit here alone in this world of hate 
trying to ignore my own fate 
people don't like me they'd much rather have me dead 
no place for me to be no reason to live 
as I sit on the couch depression sets in. 
to think of all the times we were together 
when we were once inseparable but now I know the truth 
you never truly cared for me at all 
now there's blood all over the floor 
no idea in the world how it got this far 
all alone in this room I now am with a broken heart 
this is the time when the depression sets in. 
all my life I just wanted to die 
I found no reason to stay put on this earth 
is it my time yet? should I really stay? 
some people may think I should but I don't know 
I care about everyone but myself now-a-days 
my whole world crumbles to the ground with every day 
life is no more than one big game that we all play 
to me this is hell while others love it dearly 
I have no reason of living except to help others 
I take on this world with my head held high 
as I walk out the door I slowly realize...I'm the only one left 
and the depression starts to set in. 
there's a reason I'm still here and a reason i must stay 
the world needs to know the truth 
this world is not no fairytale there is no happy endings 
the only thing we can depend on being true is one day we will end 
life will cease to exist and the whole universe will cleanse itself 
all life will be destroyed no reason to become distraught 
the depression will be gone forever...