Is It

People ask how could I be so sad
What could possibly be so bad?
I am sometimes so depressed,
Because my life is much a mess.

I definitly have my reason,
And the list grows longer and longer.
My father is always gone,
But there is so much more going on.

My mother wants to know,
But I don't dare tell her.
Why does life have to be so unfair?
Life is pushing towards the end.

I spend so many nights in tears,
Trying to hide all my fears.
I popped some pills,
Wondering how long it takes to kill.

Maybe todays weapon should be some rope.
I begin to lose all hope.
The knife digs deeper and blood starts to flow.
Is this really my time to go?