Cold graves

Sometimes I wonder. The roller coaster of my life. The highs I’m nice and happy. The lows suicidle thouhts and the rock bottom depression. I think to much. My depression seams to send me back to square sometimes or at it seams to me. All work gone everytime I get depressed. Just gone. Sometimes I just wish it wold end but it wasn’t for some people depending on me I would be gone alredy. cold graves wait for me.