I've given up.
I'm broken down.
I need you to love me...
Love me now.
Years and years of misery and pain.
I just want sunshine instead of rain.
That's all I've wanted.
All I wanted was love.
But I wasn't worthy.
I wasn't good enough.
Tired of crying.
Tired of rain.
I want all of this sadness,
To run down the drain.
What do I do?
When will it stop?
When my body is cold,
And my dead body drops?
Help me, Help me!:
What I've been screaming for years.
I want no more suffering.
I want no more tears.
I want to smile...
Smile for real.
I just want to know
What's my deal?
Will this depression
Last forever?
Can I push a button
Or pull a lever?
Help me, please.
I'm begging you now.
Or in this misery,
I will drown.
YOU ARE READING
//T H O U G H T S .//
Poetry"When we have second thoughts about something, our first thoughts don't seem like thoughts at all - just feelings." -Sydney J. Harris ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
