Depression

Something I wrote when some unfortunate events took place

The hurt in my eyes is all that has to be said
Sometimes I know I'm better off dead
The pain is the only thing I can feel
Knowing its the only thing that's real
Behind all the games and lies
An emptiness haunts my eyes
A person who I used to be
Worse even though it wasn't me
Sorrow consuming every thought
Slowly losing everything I've got
Darkness in all around
Still I don't make a single sound
Evil fills the void inside
This life, not one I'll confide
However, deeper someone tries to look
Whatever happens the ground has shook
The dread and hate leaves me in a daze
All around me , demons fire blaze
Living isn't worthwhile of its for torture
Yet its that to which I'm not sure
Don't try to understand the words written here
For I'm not the one to fear.