Lose my thoughts,
things of which I don't have
But try to be glad,
though life gives me reasons to be sad.
For the secrets I've bought,
many I keep haven't been spoke
And for the dues I've paid,
the end of day has me feeling broke.

This isn't a mood,
or even close to being an emotion
Neither of which is good,
a fragile case to be held with caution
I need someone to hold,
not down but up above my sadness
You can't decide all your feelings,
explaining is hard to those who don't understand
Comforting is harder,
to those who haven't felt such as well.

If I found the time,
I'd use it to encourage myself
If I found the time,
I doubt I'd be willing to give any back
If I found the time,
I'd do more things than relax
But with the time I have,
I have but a moment to do better with a chance.  

So to speak,
you can rebuild yourself from just a piece
Find the peace,
be one to cut away troubles than to slit a wrist.

Do feel my suicide,
but won't feel a reason for me to die.