I have a confession, but I know you don't care. I suffer from severe depression, and I know you I scare. I can't seem to show, my feelings for you. You'll never know, and there's nothing I can do. My feelings are strong, they hurt me sometimes. They've lasted so long, here come the clashing rhymes. I've told you before about these feelings so true, but you just don't get it. I wish there was something I could do, but it just feels like I'll get hit. So I sit in my corner wishing not to cry, but it always happens no matter what. For you my love I would die, and there's no 'but'. Every night I use my knife, hoping to die. Wishing to end my life, instead of cry. It always ends like this, with the death of a teen. Instead of living in bliss, they seem to be mean. Suicide seems to be the ultimate sin, but I don't care. It's never forgiven, but I have no one there. So dying would help me, I wouldn't have to deal. I wouldn't have to be, or have my heart peal. Because of you I use my knife, yes..wishing to end my life. So please just love me, that's all I can ask.
