My Time...

by Hannah   May 25, 2008


I think its time, i think its my time to go, my time to end this nightmare of a life. I don't see the point in living a life where I'm always unhappy, where nothing makes sense. I don't no what to do with my self or my life. Nothing seems to be getting better just more and more worse as the days go by. I feel like I'm living a lie for everyone to see. Its like I'm putting on a show of being this little, happy girl, who's happy to be alive. But really, deep down inside where no one can see.
I'm not happy at all, I'm not happy to be alive, i want to be dead. That way i don't have to feel like this day in day out. I wont have to constantly feel like crap no more, wont need to cry no more as i wont feel nothing. Wont have to worry all the time what others around me are thinking and saying when they see me.
I'll be free, free from everything.

Please can someone help me :'( I don't no what I'm doing no more.I feel like my life is coming to an end. I'm going through depression and don't no what to do. If you have been in the same position as me know, please let me no by commenting on the poem or by emailing me. I need help to get through this.

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