Dark Poetry

Does It Worth?

If I ask myself why I am depressed I won't fucking know so stop asking me things like that because my life is a freaking mess and you wouldn't be able to walk a mile in my shoes.

Lying in bed, hope you are dying, everyday the same thing. I am tired.

Does life worth the pain I feel? Am I gonna feel this way forever? Will I ever make friends? Will anybody love me?

Sometimes quiet can kill you. A gun is not dangerous you are. Are the voices killing you or you are killing yourself?

I am living in a motherfucking hole. Snakes are around me and I want to scream for help but I can't. This is what it feels like.

I have two moods. Having all the negative feelings or having no feelings?

Sometimes the question "to be or not to be" seems so fucking easy. Dealing with your fears is scary but dealing with your thoughts is extremely tiring for your soul.