Passing by

Sometimes life can just pass you by
while your busy making plans to die.
Months can pass or maybe years
filled with anger, pain and tears.
One day ended, one week gone
life just keeps on dragging on.
Nothing changes, nothing's new,
same old story, same old you.
Emotions growing, depression's strong,
where did my life go so wrong?
What kind of future lies ahead,
if I am not already dead?
I want to fight but don't know how,
I feel like giving up right now.
Curl myself into a ball
down my dark hole I will fall.
Because my life can just pass by
all I want to do is die.

Saffie
21

17/02/11

* older poem I found, just adding it to my collection *