Depression

Depression is stupid and sh is a game. So i guess I'm playing a stupid game. They say go to therapy cause it would help me but its not just sh, I have built up anger but I don't bring harm, please help me, I might just kill myself like lions kill their prey. Thud - squash, I'm on the floor. People start gathering. More and more, crying out their eyes. But why cry now when I'm dead than when I was alive with you watching me suffer and letting the voices in my head win. Help me! Oh help me! I want to cry out for help but I don't want people to worry even though I know they wouldn't care cause they're always in a hurry. But now all that comes to an end as you sit there watching me bury. So to my friends and family, good job. You got rid of me and my stupid self. And to my bestfriend, I'm sorry but I had to leave in a hurry.