I'm dying on the inside
My mind is rotting like an over ripe mango
The juice pours out of it

My mind is killing itself
Almost like a cancer
The depression eats away at it
I'm helpless to stop it
I have no control
No control over anything

People tell me they love me
It doesn't make me feel any better
How am I supposed to feel better when my mind is dying?
How can I be happy when my own brain is telling me to die

All I can think about anymore is killing myself
It is my breath in the morning
The sorrow of the day

The last thing I see before sleep takes me
Is the glorious vision of blood evacuating my body
I'm floating in a sea of red
My fingertips blue
The life extinguished from my eyes