He carried a heavy load
worries and plans rolled into one
Such a problem for a toad
Weight on his back weighed a ton.
Wrinkles tell him about them
more lines than a writhered old log
He has such major worries you see
and he's not sure if he's a frog.
He doesn't know the difference
or indeed if he even cares.
But he does his worries hence
he thinks to this nothing compares.
Bumps and lumps, fed up counting
the more he has the more he screams
often ending up with himself shouting
in his sleep and his dreams.
Such a heavy load for a toad (or frog).

Dead in that corner. No blood left to drain. Destroyed by depression, and writhered in pain.
         No life left to Break,
     No more tears to be Cried,
     Not another smile to Fake,
      Razors became stained
                With Suicide,
         Another young heart
                   has Died,
       Too scarred to Survive.