I feel like a quitter
When I can't make the rivers flow red
Yeah, I hate my life
But I don't think I'm better off dead
I know there's a path
But I can't seem to see it clear
Along the way bad things happen
And I can't just wipe away the tears
It will get worse, I'm sure
Before it gets any better
If I don't push through, I won't succeed
If I decide I can't I'll leave you a letter
YOU ARE READING
A Cry For Help
ПоэзияAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
