Usually poems come to me faster than normal sentences.
These days my depression is too gray to feel
and nothing seems real.
I cry more than I talk
and I sleep more that I walk.
I keep wishing to catch a break,
My whole life is at stake...

I never thought that I would be the one to destroy myself.
I am the one that put this to and end,
And here I am, crying again.

I wish that I could make you stay.
I wish that I could make you see,
that at one point I thought that this was best for "we".

I want to take it back my love.
I just want to feel your lips again.