Depressed (Sonnet)

Why am I here? What purpose does this have?I am so tired, I just want to sleep.Of myself, I feel I am only halve.Maybe less, but now I am in too deep. It's time to die, time to die, time to die.I'm too tired to work. Leave me alone.I get sad alot, then I start to cry.Sluggish and sorrowful down to the bone. An endless night with an endless sadness.Accompanying me to suicide.A tempting offer, and yes I'm a mess,But I can't leave yet, my friends are alive. Time to close my eyes and then try to rest.When tomorrow comes I will do my best.


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