My world is a living hell
I can not take anymore
I am tired of feeling worthless
And starring at the floor
Why can not I smile
At least a few times
Why can not I be happy
And stop writing depressing lines
My poetry is all my emotions
Coming out in a dark way
I can not talk about how I feel
Yet in my poems I bluntly say
I hate the world I want to die
With blood covered wrist and thoughts of suicidal
I know it is scary
I know it sounds bad
But that is how you feel
When you atre constantly sad
