Like my depressing poem? As he sits and waits, the day is ending, he contemplate

Question:

Like my depressing poem? As he sits and waits, the day is ending, he contemplates, while his life is pending.?

Another day he feels like dieing,
just another day,
where he feels like crying,
another day,
he wants to take his life,
just one more day,
he stares deeply at the knife,
a regular day,
like any other,
another day,
happiness is smothered,
happiness is dead,
and wishes it was he,
all torn and red,
no more glee,
the shrouds of shadows,
cloud his mind,
they tear him apart,
and leave him behind,
all of it gone,
now even his fear,
but he still has his life,
the thing he wanted to disappear,
The only thing,
he wished to dispose of,
was left with him,
just like the rest of us,
only pain,
left in his heart,
he knew it felt like rain,
from the start,
In front of everyone,
is a bushel of thorns,
it's all a charade,
he is blind no more,
there is no silver lining,
in any of these clouds,
hes searched without finding,
hes looked through the Shrouds,
none of the pieces,
seem to be fitting,
none of the pain eases,
His life is unremitting.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Really good poem; haunting but i love these kind; keep up the good work it tugs at the heart,