Better This Way:

(This poem isn't about a 'real' person but about when I suffered depression. I am writing as if the 'depression' is a human since it seems to have a mind of it's own) Your a lost soul Your a mean ghost Your nothing but a dark black hole. Your so emotional and conceited Your so pathetic and bothersome your so dead inside and defeated. Your so fake and two faced Your so unchanged even though your dead Your nothing but a waste. I don't feel sorry for you I simply hate everything about you and matter of fact I'm glad your a ghost. Now let's make a toast... Here is to little Ms. nothing Ms. had it all but forgot to catch herself during 'her' free fall. I smile and think about your eternal fate but guess what? No matter what you do, Your always going to be to late!!