Every night,
I lay in bed
Thinking of ways to leave this place.
I think of my pain
and I realize that I have nothing else to gain.
For all I do is in vain.
I no longer want to be here,
for I can not longer hide what I fear.
Cutting my arms,
I slowly bleed,
with every slash a sense of relief.
I am so miserable,
I am so sensible.
What do I do?
To stop the tears,
that have consumed my body,
even after all these years.
Should I run? Should I hide?
Or should let this depression take over my life?
