Disclosure

I wrote this poem, not because I am going to kill mysef because I am not, but beacause I have this gift where I can sense when people especially my close one's are depressed and all it does is make me depressed. It is actually hard to deal with this and no i am not some kind of freak because i know if i saw that some body wrote this i would think it's weird, but it is really true, my mom goes through the same thing as well. I was put on antidepressants, but that didn't even help. . .ok heres the poem. (please comment)

Alone, sitting under the sky
I wave my life goodbye
I thought all this through
And in my head the plan I drew
It’s not because of dad
Though he made this life sad
It is because of my curse
And yes it is the worse
I feel the grief of every man
No matter how far from them I ran
It’s my curse, yet also a gift
It is time for my soul to lift
Its puts me in the darkest form
I could sense anything out of norm
The time has come for its halt
I tell you, this is nobody’s fault
I walk up the slope
Put my neck in the rope
I glaringly threw my life away
There’s nothing more to say
6/1/05