Make Everything Better

Your depressed, your depressed

they repeat in an annoying way

you need to get well

for this state of mind you simply can not stay

well give you all the pills

to make everything better

and after you take them

well discuss this little letter.

We see you've attempted this

One time before

But your mother came in

To find you on the floor.

Now tell me how does this make you feel?

Do you think your lucky to have a second chance?

Because god surely doesn't

Five suicide a second glance.

Taking your life is the ultimate sin

Something so unforgivable

You wont be let in.

and when death becomes better than life? I ask

what am I to do then?

just keep on living life,

with a heart that wont mend?

everything is fixable she says once again

all you need Is rest and time,

let god take over you

heart, mind, soul and mind

once he truly becomes your savior

and you let yourself believe

you'll think the world is an amazing place

you'll never want to leave.

As the doctor exits the small room

She turns out the lights

I lay there alone thinking

Theres no way she can be right

I let my mind wonder

About useless little things

Drifting back and forth

To all the things that seem

To have ruined my soul

And tried to take my life

About all the pain I was going through

All the hardships and all the strife

As I fall asleep I think

I shouldn't have let everything build

For dealing with it all at once

Is what made me pray to be killed

And when he didn't answer

I took it in to my own hands

I thought it would be perfect

I made all of the plans

Hoping to make things better

But only making it all hurt more

With blood filled bandages

Covering where I let my blood pour