Why do I ask for something but then deny wanting it?
I think about death,
Why can't this be my last breath?
**** me.
Haven't I suffered enough?
I just want to die.
I don't care if this rhymes.
WHY do I think like this!?!?
I cry myself to sleep.
Why ME??
I can't stop.
I need a mop,
for my tears on my face.
I can tell nobody
Why can't I just say I need help?
The words just can't escape me.
I would rather feel empty in my stomach than my head.
Even I am having problems going to bed.