The wanting of a person to try to help,
But the fear of being a nuisance wanted it to never happen,
The conflicting thoughts,
I wanted them to end,
Yet I was scared for them to stop.

The feeling of hating each option,
Wanting it all to just end.
Either don't do work well,
Or spend way to long to do it,
Knowing each has its own type of suffering.

The fact of wanting my life to end,
Yet scared of what would happen.
Wanting white and black,
And there being no gray.

This is what I deem, a part of depression.