Too much

Everything is piling up
I have messed my whole life up
Full of so much indecision
knives are making deep incisions

Feeling dark and in depression
Am I lifes worst creation
Twisted, bitter and cold inside
Evil thoughts control my mind

Stuck inside a pit of anger
Wanting to be here no longer
Lashing out at ones I love
pulling on a killers glove

Not killing other people though
But pressing knives against my throat
Wondering if I should go
Then I think to myself no

Bring my knife down to my arm
Ignoring my bodies alarm
knowing that the blood will glisten
Wanting someone just to listen

But I don't want to tell my friends
About how my life nearly ends
I don't want to cause them trouble So I'm stuck here, in this bubble...