Blood
flows from my
wrists
as i sit here
as alone as i can be
contemplating
why
i do this to myself
there doesn't seem to be a reason
not a good one anyway
life is the reason
it gives me control
because i need some relief
from the weight of my world
crashing down on top of me
i'm trying to hold it up
but each day
it slips
a little more
and soon
it will be a pile of rubble
crushing me into the ground
someone please
help me
put my world
back together
before i am crushed
by this mountain of
misery