suicide crossed my mind lately,
everything was falling apart
and all I could do was stare blankly.
I tried to **** myself,
took a blade to my wrist.
at that point in time I didnt think
that I would be missed.
I wanted so badly for
the pain to end
but hey, that's what happens when
you don't even have a friend
by your side to tell you it's alright
I just want to give up
I can't put up with this fight.
I finally told them
that I'm not okay,
I got help so why am I
still feeling this way?
why do I still want to die?
I will never be happy
no matter how hard I try.
I wrote this while I was in a mental/psychiatric institution, since I'm back I thought I'd share it. It's obviously not the best seeing as I was incredibly mentally unstable, but here you go.