Frustrated and helpless
Like a table without legs
Depressed to a point
Where i see no return to sanity
Suicide becomes a
More realistic option
It appears the only way
I can escape failure
Failure surrounds and chokes
My every thought
Life sits in the background
Hiding behind death
Only living things can
Fight this current
I am dead
I feel myself shrinking
I wish for growth
But cannot find a stimulant
Knowing all to be
My fault
I blame evrything
And everyone else
Suicide - my only option
So much of a failure
That i couldnt kill myself
I would fail trying
But i can try
There is no one to talk to
My friends are too busy
And to my family
I am a constant disappointment
All i have in this world
Are two things
A pen and paper
People say writing
Gets things off your chest like a release
But the realisation of my failures
Breaks my ribs and constricts me
A drowning sensation
With no sense of reality
I write words
Nothing makes sense
There is no meaning
What is the cure for depression??
I can no longer be bothered to look for it
Someone please give it to me
No one will
I have scared everyone away
I sit alone
Frustrated
The need for destruction
Pains my mind
Destroy the world
But where to start?
Confusion
I need sleep
Eternal sleep
Unable to meet society's demands
I am too cowardly to face another day
Let me sleep forever
I am perhaps too cowardly
For suicide
I wish for a storm
Dear God,
When lightning crashes
Let it strike me
I wish to feel destruction
In its purest form
Let destruction be my final thought
It is all i know
It is what i dream of
Death and destruction
Of mind, body and soul
