Here I am crying in my room...
Here I am there's nothing I can do....
My body becomes more numb with every cut i make....
Hoping everytime i won't make the same mistake....
Always helping others but in return,there's no one i can turn to....
Always crying myself to sleep at night....
Hoping i will finally win this fight....
Hoping one day i will be set free....
And hoping to leave my past behind me....
Not knowing how to share my feelings....
I made this poem so you can see how i see things....
Always judged....
Never approved....
Always left behind....
Alone with only my mind....
This are the things you can use to describe me....
But do i care,no....
Im to busy trying to kill me....
This feeling is not called sadness....
Its called depression....
Depression....
A horrible feeling....
But yet it feels so good to cut open my skin and see the blood fall down....
I try to fight the urges....
But everytime i try....
I'll only lose more of my mind....
Finally standing at the mirror with gun in hand....
I'll be able to make the suffering end....
Writing a note goodbye....
Hoping that they will be happy....
Goodbye friends....
Goodbye family....
It was nice knowing you all....
Pulling the trigger without hesitation....
Leaving behind all the cruelty....
I wrote this when i was on very edge of killing myself....but luckly i still had one true friend who helped me through my broken state
