I've lost innocence.
I've lost faith.
I've lost my soul to this dreary place.
It's so cold, it's so very dark.
My lonely heart has lost it's spark.
I beg for a little mercy.
I cry for some kind of grace.
There's nothing, not even a trace.
The hellish demons in my mind elope with the ever lasting darkness I've came to find.
The clock has chimed...
I'm out of time.
This is a poem I wrote about the hopelessness I felt while suicidal.