in my room
its all dark
one lamp is on
and all I can see is a razor, a rope and a bottle of pills
its so simple
but im afraid
not afraid to do it
im afraid that if I do
will I still feel the same
will it be worse
will I feel better
will I be happier
I wonder
I hope one day this all ends
and I'll finally be happy
if only you understand...
how I see life and how I feel it..
that would mean a lot if you did
but you're too busy pushing me around
and laughing with your friends
thanks a lot
you made me happy.

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Depressing stories
PoesieI write poems about depression. They're half fiction and half non-fiction. I hope you can relate and if you do please follow for more ( I follow back)