Help I'm crying.
Or am I really dying?
Does it matter, no.
I'm about to blow.
Don't let them hear me.
Or they'll see.
How depressed I am.
Oh well, I guess they won't give a damn.

Always hiding.
The pain never subsiding.
My wrists are bleeding.
It's the pain I'm feeding.
It doesn't help me.
It just makes me see,
how weak I am.
It just goes bam!

Right in my face.
Guess I'm about to leave this place.
The depression was overwhelming.
I'm done with this suffocating.

I let the pain beat me.
I have to pay the fee.
Dying is the toll.
The pain took my soul.

Goodbye to me,
who you'll never see.


....Yeah. More poetry -------C3