Am I really ready for death?
Nobody else can make that choice for me,
But lately I have been wanting to **** myself,
I have been feeling so lost,
Trying to find my way in the dark,
I feel like someone is controlling my body,
While I’m fighting to regain control,
Looking in the mirror and having no idea who the person is looking back at me,
I feel so alone,
Like am I such a bad person everyone avoids,
And this voice in my head is screaming at me,
“ just end it all!”
“nobody loves you”
“you don’t matter”
“if you end it everyone will be better off”
And I have been trying so hard to ignore it,
But I am at a point where I don’t know how much longer I can hold out for,
It’s the first time my heart and brain are saying the same thing,
“I need a rest”
And I fear the only way I can possibly get that rest is if I end it all,
I hope this is not my last poem,
But if it is I really tried,
I tried my hardest to fight this depression,
And I failed and if there is anyone who cares,
I’m sorry for hurting you by ending it all