My thoughts.

I look around..
The happiness is drained.
From every thought,
that passed threw my Brain.

With every relapse, From
Hope i do fall.
Losing my sight,
Into something so small.

A non fixable disease,
That only subsides threw pills.
Causing hatred, To those whom
are ill.

You feel so alone,
Like your locked up
In Darkness.
Right in your own home.
No one could of guessed,
No one would ever know.

No one understands..Why
You feel so Bleak.
No words can make it better.
You feel so weak.

Suicidal thoughts,
Whisper promises of being Free.
Tell tales of the unknown.
Something that Inevitable to me.

I just want the pain to stop.
Its past due time.
I want to hit stop.
Instead of everyday's rewind.

I want to properly function, with out
being so fake.
I want this to end...
No matter what it takes.