to finally get some help

February 23, 2018
By Anonymous

i make my way down the road,
carrying weight, it’s a load.
i’m running, trying to leave.
why do i have to grieve?
this world, is so f***ed up.
i know, i’m not enough.
stop telling me to breathe,
i’m hiding it all beneath.
i’m not okay, i never will be.
i am not the same me.
why can’t i be happy,
that is all i need.
my mom and dad, they are gone,
i just want them to pick up, the phone.
depression consuming my life,
i just need a sharp knife.
slit my wrist, watch them bleed.
give in, and let the thoughts feed.
do i really need to yelp,
to finally get some help?


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