Hell.

•distress

I hate my life,
All it does is bring sorrow.
I can't tell my family how I feel,
They'll just say that I'll be fine tomorrow.

Contemplating suicide,
But I don't know if I'd do it.
I just think about ways to die.
My life was always ruined.

I'm really stressed out.
Scholarships don't make me happy.
My parents want this life,
They're the ones that make life bad for me.

I hate my life too much to care.
I used to look for help
But nothing's there

I feel peace with depression.
I feel content with sadness.

My sorrow embraces me in a motherly way.
Rocking me gently,
Into eternal sleep I lay.

Besides, I don't want anyone to care.