Poems from a Depressed Girl

Those Nights

I hate those nights;

The nights that start out fine

But then everything falls apart.

It makes you feel

Shitty

Worthless

Unwanted

And stupid.

It makes you want to cut or die of do something to escape this hell hole that some would call a life.

I can't take it much longer.

Those nights come more often now,

Tearing me apart from the inside out.

I think that there is only one way to end those nights...

Suicide.

And I think I finally have the courage to do it.