Depression isn't hating life, it's a love dedicated to misery, suffering, death. It's a never ending circle of darkness that surrounds you for your whole life that guides you into the arms of demise. 

I can hear the angels crying, I can hear the demons scream... part of me feels like I'm dying and for the first time I feel free. And now I'm surrounded by comfort that will release every single bone. I left this life to rot in peace, I was born to leave reality, the only feeling that I've ever felt was pain and tranquility in misery. I was born to leave this life. The life I lived is far behind, I love the feeling when you stand beyond.  

All that's left is darkness, emptiness filling my heart, reigning my flesh, and all that's left is the rotten smell of death.