Ready to be done

Hot tears running down my face,
heavy breathing in a dark room,
lying on the floor beside my bed,
no one knows my hearts doom, 
yesterday was better than today,
because i was a little less depressed,
attempting at self happiness for my sisters birthday and now my happiness is alot more suppressed,
afraid to reach out to anyone because theyll only think im weak,
african american community lack knowledge on mental health issues,
so i'd rather not speak.
Huuughhh, im sorry i cant do this anymore i have no energy to weep,
It'll be easier if my life is over nothing can go wrong in everlasting sleep.