Reaching out, hoping for help, crying so hard, but...
might write another one after this...

Slowly breathing,
Keeping track...

So much for privacy, echoes in my mind, my...
So many people, now know my thoughts, all their...

Depression seeps, throughout my body, tears have...
Wishing that someone, somewhere, has a heart, and...

A papers edge, a line or two, is where the poet...
The poet picks up a pen, or maybe a pencil, and...

A friend, is always a good thing to have, because...

Deep in my sleep, I slumber away,
Hoping to keep, the evil away...

These hopeless days, and tiring nights, nothing...
But as they don't, I'm here alone, dwelling over...

So much, has gone by, almost awhile, maybe too...
When I crashed awhile ago, it took me sometime...

Those words,
So easily spoken back then...