Why am I so helpless
Like why am I like this
My life is just a ******* mess
And I’m not sure if it’s one I can fix

The thoughts have been more often
Thoughts of it all just ending
But writing is here to soften
Me and that hand I told to be lending

How can these days be so hard
I do not understand
In life I guess I didn’t play the right card
Or maybe I was just dealt a terrible hand

I have never been more depressed
Than I am now at this moment
I tried to keep it suppressed
But I have decided to own up to it

I just was wanting to open up
To those who might care
Or those who might have has enough
And maybe all they to do is share