End of My Roped

I feel like I'm at the end of my rope, And I can't find any hope. I have some deep depression, And carry lots of repression. Sometimes all I have to show, Is my confidence that is low. A couple of times I've attempted suicide, I failed and my brain I probably fried. I'm glad I did not succeed, For me that would have been greed. I will forever live with this, But it doesn't hurt to wish. The depression I try to fight, It takes all my might. There are days I have woke up feeling whole, And feeling good in my soul. But my life I can really make hard, Especially when I don't trust and put up my guard. Everyone wonders why, But please believe I really do try. I wonder what every day will bring, And on good days my heart will sing. Today is a confusing day, So in my room I will stay.