A poem I wrote when I was severely depressed (practically suicidal) about three years ago..

[i_hatethe_world]

"Trapped"

Where am I? How did I get here?
The answers are looming, in front of my face so clear
Ones that are visible, I know all too well
I am the ringleader of my own personal hell

Days drudgingly crawl by, but my mind's one-track
I am plunged into this and there's no turning back
I am used to this now, these days, these days of despair
This is my life? But no one seems to care

My parents think it's just some normal teenage phase
So they accept it, and not one abnormal eyebrow they raise
But do they know how my days start, how my days end
How they are entirely desolate?
But I have given up hope long ago
This is something that they will just never get

I wish I could go back to the little girl I used to be
Energized, happy...totally carefree
Instead, I have been forced to deal with this harsh reality
The emptiness, hopelessness-someone I don't want to be

What tears me apart is, when will they realize?
What already elaborated upon, do I need to emphasize?
This secret world I live in, is incredibly vile
I hope I'll get out of this darkness soon, I still want to stay awhile