So many things i wonder, about how death would be
I fear to pursue it in case i'm still not free...

The beauteous view laid out before
The sight could make a dead heart soar...

When I wake up, with dawn's light,
My first thoughts are of you...

Buddhists say no one really dies
This is just a pack of lies...

Kill me now, kill me please,
I'm begging you, I'm on my knees...

I'll twist your mind, I'll make you scream
Make nightmares of your hopes and dreams...

*Sorry this is an old poem of mine i just found...
At times I feel I'm drowning, inside my own head...

Depression is just like a drug
That no-one wants to take...

Dreams are evil, asleep and awake
While asleep they are just fake...

Sometimes I drink so I can think straight, Its...
As it’s the only time that I can think...

Each time I wake I feel the pain
This hurt's never far from my brain...

What can ever hurt us more
than seeing those we love most suffer...