Life isn’t easy, and very little makes sense.
You can’t deal with stress, and they put you in suspense.
Times goes by, either fast or slow.
But too much time has been wasted, and that you know.
You go to the mirror and hope there is something worth looking at.
But you realize there’s nothing looking back.
You go to the kitchen and grab the first sharp thing that catches your eye.
As you hold it you begin to cry.
There is no reason, there is no doubt.
Nobody can hear your silent shout.
As you bleed you wonder what caused this,
You don’t understand why life can’t be bliss.
You think about how once again you let yourself down.
Oh well, its too late, doesn’t matter now.
It was suppose to take away all the stress, and make you feel better.
But all it caused was pain, so you begin a letter.
It will be the last letter you will ever write.
After all this, you decide to give up the fight.
You tell everyone you love them, and apologize to those that care.
You tell them life got too hard and it was more then you could bare.
You put the letter in the envelope, the search for the vein.
After you find it, you wonder if you’re sane.
You don’t care about anything, you just want to die.
As all this is going on, you feel like a lie.
As you fall to the floor a smile plays across your face.
You will no longer feel like a disgrace.
You think about all those that said, what doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger.
And yet you lay there, you know you will be depressed no longer.
