I can't help but think I'm doing something wrong,
So I sit here in confusion trying to stay strong.
The thoughts cut deeply,
So does the knife,
Most of the time I want to end my life.

From my newest poem: The Cutting Zone. Check it out!

The cold air and snow are freezing my blood,
I no longer want to move for fear of feeling again.
I'm terrified that the memories will flood,
I don't want to feel anything except for the pain.

They'll find me face down on the floor in the fetal position,
Guess I finally found my happy disposition.
I'm not waking up this time,
I'm sorry I left you behind.

Remember me happy,
Like I always wanted to be.

It's dangerous, dark, and deep,
Something I will always keep.
Only one other person knows it; they're dead,
The secret was so awful; they killed themselves instead.

I'm left all alone in this secretive world,
All of the thoughts in my mind are swirled.
I'm out of control spiraling down,
I don't want help so I don't make a sound.

And as I took that final breath... I finally felt alive.

You make me want to feel alive,
Because honest to god I'm dead inside.

I am so sick of people belittling other peoples problems! When someone shares a fear or problem with you, you do NOT try and top their problem. You help and comfort. You do not under any circumstances make them feel like they are not worthy of being sad.

I can't see clearly through all of the pain,
No matter how much I try everything stays the same.
I turn to drinks to calm the sad thoughts,
The problem is your always crystal clear between the shots.