The thoughts of death
often makes me hold my breath
Through broken sobs and irritation
19 and staying in a broken nation
No job no place
Life is a meaningless race
Is it worth it the end?
Thought by now I'd be dead.
Should I reach out for help
Or just be by myself
Sick and tired of the pain
My mentality is chained
A cut along my wrist
Another opportunity missed
Who would ever want to hire
Someone who's mentality is dire
Would it be worth it it the end
Will I ever heal and mend
Am I allowed to cry
It'd be so easy to die.
I break and fall
Nothing but a broken doll
Reaching into the empty air
is anyone there?
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
The thoughts of death
often makes me hold my breath
Through broken sobs and irritation
19 and staying in a broken nation
No job no place
Life is a meaningless race
Is it worth it the end?
Thought by now I'd be dead.
Should I reach out for help
Or just be by myself
Sick and tired of the pain
My mentality is chained
A cut along my wrist
Another opportunity missed
Who would ever want to hire
Someone who's mentality is dire
Would it be worth it it the end
Will I ever heal and mend
Am I allowed to cry
It'd be so easy to die.
I break and fall
Nothing but a broken doll
Reaching into the empty air
is anyone there?
