Lately I've been a little depressed,
My life hasn't turned out the way I had wanted it to.
I guess many could say the same thing,
but I really don't know what to do....

Yes I write about killing myself,
the thought really has crossed my mind.
However, I also think about the ones I love,
they have all been so very kind.

I would never want to hurt them,
as my death would surely do.
And so I continue through this life,
not knowing what to do.

I feel so **** inadequate,
and ignorant as well.
It seems no matter how hard I try,
my life is always hell.

I know I should feel happy,
and smile and laugh and play!
But then I would be living a lie,
each and every day.

I guess I've fallen out of love,
for myself these last few years.
But that's the life I've chosen...
Sad and full of tears.