I wish i had left.
i wish i was gone.
he did it why can't i.
he had the power why don't i.
so many times we know I've tried.
but so many times i have failed.
so many times i prayed i could die.
but He just wont let me leave.
depression is a minor word.
we're past that part of my life.
it has now been harnessed into something greater.
every second i am alone
giving it that much more power.
depression is a weaker word.
suicide is what it has grown to be.
HELP is what i need. and as u are reading this
i am crying out for help.
Crying to you. help me see
that I am not the only soul crying.
That I am not the only soul dying.
Show me what it is to be free.
