In a state of depression,
i try to clear my mind
sanity is barely visible,
common sense is hard to find
the pain is so unbearable,
sometimes i want to die
all that i can do,
is lay in bed and cry
i need someone to trust,
a true friend
maybe they can help me,
put this suffering to an end
my mind is going blank,
my memory turning hazy
if i don't find someone soon,
i think i might go crazy
the pain is quickly growing now,
I'm feeling kind of weak
someone needs to be there for me,
love is all i seek
i look at the shiny blade,
stained by my tears
thinking about life,
and how this would end all fears
i pressed the knife into my wrist,
and watched the blood pour out
my mother came running in,
when she heard my painful shout
but it was too late,
i was going to die
she fell to the floor,
and began to cry
"why?!"she screamed,
"it's better like this."i said
by the time the medics got there,
i was already dead.