depression

sitting here again
in this predicament, that i thought was long gone
somehow you always come back to me
just when i think I'm happy
you slowly creep your way back in
just when i thought you couldn't make me hurt worse
you do
how low do you want me to get
every time you come around i get closer
but i cant let you win
how many times have you had that knife to my wrist
or that gun pressed against my head
you want me to make that cut, or pull that trigger
you make everyone hate me
hell you make me hate me
you just have some kind of hold on me
why wont you just let me be
can you just leave me alone
i want to be happy
but every time i get close
you bring me down
i wish you'd just stop coming around
maybe i should just do it
let you win
then my heart wouldn't have to hurt again