I lay in bed
Think of you
Dreaming about why I'm not dead
Tempting putting a gun to my head
Healing cuts on my wrist
Dried blood on my thighs
Tears forming under my eyes
And all I ask is why
I'm drowning in pain
I just can't seem to win
Maybe I will die
Maybe the pain I feel with disappear
Your name pops up in my head
I really want to be dead
Thinking about you kills me
I don't know how much more I can take
I'm closer dead than alive
I can't survive
Darling I've lost this fight
YOU ARE READING
ғυcĸ тнe ѕyѕтeм ®
PoesíaThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me