My Life Peoms

sadness

Sadness,
Madness.
Sorrow,
Tomorrow?
Forgotten forever
No on remember.
Weither I live or died,
Its for me to decide.
Its my choice,
I have a voice.
I wanna shout,
Dont shut me out.
Maybe my bad memory,
Isnt passed from family.
My childhood was bad,
To this day I get sad.
Cant we talk
Cant we take a walk.
I have gonna say.
No I don't wanna play.
Sometimes "commit suicide"
Comes from the voice deep inside.
Maybe I need therapy,
Someone please help me.