The title is: Blunted. Tell me what you think of this poem ~Breeze

This is no longer my life,

It's my struggle.

Every day I wake up wondering,

Will this be the day?

We all know there is only one way to ease the suffering of depression

I'm trapped

In a dark box like a dog,

Being blasted by water every so often,

But always returns back to the state of anger,

Contempt is my only feeling towards myself

Am I good enough?

Despite friends who love me,

A boyfriend, a nice house.

Is there any way to choke this down?

My wrist is screaming to be hidden

My thighs follow suit

When the metal gleams I know what will happen

But I can't stop

It's an addiction they say,

It's a phase they say,

It's all in your head they say,

But really is it?

Is it an addiction or is it the hope?

The hope that one day I will slip with it.

The hope that one day, I will spill

I will spill from the red darkness of my thoughts

Away from the pain

Away from the suffering

To where there is nothing but me, alone, no longer scared

Blunted.