This poem's a little extreme for some but the truth had to be told

Depressive State Of Mind

Fearful of my every next day,
If they are there,
What Will they do next?
Sitting up in my bed crying,
unable to sleep,
full of fear.

Everyday this torture occurs,
Everyday they laugh,
Everyday they snigger,
Everyday they degrade me.

Inferior to them,
Nothing to them,
Prey for them,
But why?

What is so different about me,
What makes me unacceptable in society?

Outcasted,
Non- existent,
Helpless.

I sit here in my bathroom,
lonely,
depressed,
petrified.

I hold a blade in my hands,
I twist in my fingers,
Confused.

Why me?
What have I done?
The world is better without me..

The blade is covered in blood,
The blood that is from my vains,
The world is a better place without me.

Unwanted,
Hurt,
Depressed,
No one wants me!
NO MORE WILL THEY TORTURE ME!
I am dead!