Whilst i am thinking,
And these thoughts fly round my deep dark head,
I am sinking,
Further and further into depression i wish i was dead,
As sucide and self harm cross my mind,
I become more and insane,
I suddenly become blind,
as to whats going on around me as i reach agonsing yet comforting pain,
I fall hard on my bed,
Blood pouring from my wrists,
For now i am finally dead.
