WARNING: This poem is very dark and personal and deals with once again, my suicidal thoughts. Read with caution and know that if you need help with anything like this, talk to someone. You are loved even if you don't feel like you are :)

I'm so tired of crying

Of feeling like I'm dying

When all I really want is to be dead

Because it'll be better than what's ahead

I've been holding onto life

Carving my wrists with a knife

All for just wishing I'll be alright

Lately I worry I might not make it through the night

I've lost all my light

My head is pounding

The echo is sounding

I'm always faking a smile

Because it's easier than explaining my silence that's lasted awhile

At this point

I'm waiting for the day I put to my head a weapon

Because I'm just so very done

And once I pull the trigger

There will be a loud sound all around

Then after that

All it will be is silent

It won't be violent

Because for once I'll be getting my wish

Freedom from life, now that's bliss

Nothing could get better than this

Except it could

Because I'm in distress

I'm a complete mess

All because I'm depressed