Depression

I was not the first, will not be the last, who did not understand. This feeling is not made up, I had to experience it firsthand. One day I stopped smiling, the next I went numb, but did I even care? Every task seemed so menial and each hour dragged on, regardless of who was there. I trashed my ambitions, but even worse, I threw away my dreams. The next day I felt hope and then I realized, nothing was how it seems. The light at the end has since gone out, what is the point of my life? Tonight, instead of sleeping alone, I'll go to bed with a knife. I carve away at my skin, and, for the moment, I think I'll be okay, But I wake up in the morning and realize the pain is here to stay.