Untitled - The story of my life told in poems

Lost

I'm lost. 

There are too many things going through my head.

I have issues, and my friends think that they'd be better of dead.

I tell myself I'm a good friend, when I am feeling blue,

but deep down inside I know that there is nothing I can do.

This helplessness is something that I have gotten used to, it holds me down and keeps stuck

like a fly stuck in glue.

A pest that no one wanted, something to exterminate.

I tell people i'm fine and that my day is going great.

To have to lie like this is something I personally hate,

but it helps delay the neverending doom that is my fate.

I'm clinging on the the cliff made of all the thing that I hold dear.

I find myself wondering, if I let go, will God just let me disappear?