The dark sets in
I'm here alone
One phone call would have saved me
Oh but wait you forgot me
You lost me
You killed the best of me
You say I'm weak
Oh if only you felt the pain I do every week
But don't worry
I won't be here much longer
The weather in my head is not getting any warmer
I've created something evil
It's taken over
And it's almost done
I'm losing myself
The pain has begun
If I shoot myself it will all be over
For one to many words
I think I will break down
Havering a frown
Unable to smile
Drowning in pain
No one feeling sorrow
Words fly around
Why isn't she at school ?
Oh you know she's ready to die
Tried last week
Didn't succeed
Maybe tonight will go differently
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ғυcĸ тнe ѕyѕтeм ®
PoesíaThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me