depressing storys and poems

I write everything my own and I hope u like it

As I sit in the corner of my room

it gets darker and darker

colder and colder

My thoughts get worse and worse

Some people say that feeling like this is just a faz but....Dont fazes end?? Why hasnt this?

It just feels like its not even close to ending its just getting worse and no one can tell.

I spend most of my days sitting in the dark just waiting wanting it to end but it doesn't.

I found my way out tho some say its a stupid way or that it wont help but it does.

The pain the blood it all helps.

It shouldn't but it does.

One day I  just got tired and took some pills to sleep after about 5

I I just blacked out

and that was the end of my story

I painted a picture but the picture had a twist my paintbrush was a razor and the paper was my wrist

im tired of trying

sick of lying

yes im still smiling

but inside

im dying

you said u never leave me

you promised you loved me

but here I am again in the dark...

my heart is braken

as the tears fall off my face

it gets colder and colder

that night my last words were goodbye

singing sad song writing sad storys reading sad books that used to be enough to make me feel better but its not anymore I never knew that my best friend would be a razor and my arm would be its home