Each day I live, the pain consumes
What little sanity I have bloomed
Like walking in a cloud of fog
Falling down, sinking into smog
Life just seems grim
I think on a whim
Interest lost in everything I do
But what a life, who really knew?
Depressed to a fault, that all I see
Death just seems like the only way for me
A waste of time, I feel I am
But that's its nature, a full mind jam
I try and try to ease the pain
A fallen effort with no gain
Thoughts begin to eat away
Makes me want to end it today
Uncomfortable around others for the way I feel
I pray and wish this all wasn't real
Life just seems more like a prison
Caged, alone, an abomination risen
No one could ever understand
Why I would want my death sooner than planned
Its not something I want for me
But to end my suffering this is what has to be
So I write this all as I fall from grace
Down to this place, some barren waste
I know not how much longer I will last
But all I can do, is pray that this will just pass.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
They say things will get better.
They say this everyday.
They say it's all in my head.
They say it will all go away.
They say this, but it still hasnt.
They say this, and it's hard to believe.
They say this, but don't understand.
They say this, and I hope they're right.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC