I think I may be alone,
In this world,
With no one by my side.
No one walks alongside me,
No one here left to guide me.
I'm lost without a place to call home,
Because if home is where the heart is,
I'm not sure where I belong.
All because my heart is lost,
As is my mind,
And I don't know which path to take.
I can't tell what I want in life,
I'm too depressed to tell.
I'd rather die,
Than lose the last people holding me,
Down to the earth.
Without them I'd probably try to fly.
I'm left with only a few friends,
That truly care whether I live or die,
But what happens if I expire,
How many other lives do I put on the line.
Probably no one,
No one is ever going to die for me.
I'm alone in this world.
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A Cry For Help
PoesíaAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
