As I suffer and bleed
To the never ending pain
To which once, I cried "yield"
All things in vain, all in vain
I hear them speak
Whispers in the harsh winds
Like a snowstorm at it's peak
The Humans' unmerciful fiends
I bleed once more
My weary, troubled mind
My heavy burned core
In myself thorns I did bind
Thorns of unending Agony
Of Anguish and Despair
Like the endless sea
The deeper it is, the less I care
But for all this Pain and Trials
I stand at Fate's own door
Happiness to myself is in denial
I begged to make all this no more
So once more, we rise
We fall and stand high
Toppling in our own demise
Until we learn to try and try
Deep into ourselves we scarred
For all of this, we alone bore
Even when our faces with grief, marred
There's still Plenty More To Suffer For
Hi, it seems like last night I was suicidal and beyond help. Yes, true, I tried cutting my wrists at the best. It's my nature, and my curse. I drowned in my own peers' disappointment and scorn last night. And I guess, my half-filled cup of patience and endurance just started to overflow so... I admit to having nearly committed a grave mistake to the ones who still cared. My dear mother most of all, would have her heart broken. And some people did reply last night, to which I have only recently read before this poem. And I said to myself, 'Hey, maybe there are still good people out there. People who can hear my teeny tiny voice,'. To those, thank you for caring. Now, I'm still seeking help with people and medications. And I hope, no I wish, to stand and stay strong till I go to the end of this, and I will do so.