Going Through My Head

There are so many thoughts
that run through my head
of me wishing not to be here
of me wishing to be dead

Ive always wondered
as i sit by myself
would i be able to make it
if i put my knife back on the shelf

Ive always dreamed
that my life would get better
i could show my wrist
and no longer wear a sweater

Ive often pictured
that i wouldn't be scared
that id find someone out there
that actually really cared

theres been so many times Ive prayed
to the big man upstairs
to help me out and listen
so i can be without worries and cares

I'm told i ask for to much
but i didn't no it was a crime
to ask for someones help
and not wish to be dead all the time

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