I used to share more writing with the public,
but now I've realized some of what I write is ugly.
And misinterpreted, I'd rather keep it to myself.
And do my best to stop this bigger urge to cry for help,
At the very least, I'll try, and even if I fail,
I vow to never cry, again, so that no one can tell,
What it is I feel inside, this void inside consuming,
Evil thoughts are brewing, I assume my life will soon end.
As I take these bitter pills,
As I consume this liquor,
I can't help but feel,
more glad as I get sicker..