Severe Depresstion

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As I pleaded

And cried at night

I wouldn't stop

Stop that fight.

The fight against god

That he won so well

For him to rid me

Down to hell.

I asked and prayed

For me to die

But he said no

He told me to cry.

So cry I shall

Apon this night

But I will fade

Before this smite.

So as I laid there

Bleeding red

I laid down

Apon my bed.

To dream of death

And I know it sounds dumb

But death is near

And soon it shall come.

Apon me

And many more

Who just like me

Chose that door.

I slit my wrist

Every day

To take my life

And fly away.

To where I belong

In the ground

Because no one cares

I won't be found.

Locked in a coffin

With a dress on

While the test I took

Said "Severe Depression".

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