there is no reason at all for me to be alive,
i'm sick of struggling to survive,
i just want to end it all,
i've hit a brick wall.

every inch of my body tells me i should be dead,
and i don't think i'm being misled,
one day (hopefully soon) i will be brave,
and travel to my grave.

i've thought against it for so long,
thinking my thoughts were wrong,
but since i've withdrew,
i realize they're true.

and don't you dare tell me,
that things won't stay this way forever,
because when will things get better? the future whispers to me "never."

*n.l.b