my friend wrote this poem - what talent.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane.
And I just don't know if I can fight the pain.
Sometimes, I think about Suicide.
But the sad truth is, I'm already dead inside.
I've never been good enough for anyone.
Maybe people would be happier if I was gone.
Look deep into my eyes and see the feelings I hide.
Everyday, I feel like I'm losing my mind.
I'm sad, not happy. I'm broken inside.
Remember when I said I was fine? I lied.
My head is a dark, fucked up place.
Full of worries, suicidal thoughts and hate.
Maybe one day, you will all see.
I'm not the girl I appear to be.
I never feel like life is worth living.
At night, I lay awake over thinking.
I've spent most of my life suffering.
And all the pain seems never ending.
I feel like falling asleep and never waking up.
Why does life have to be so tough?
I want to feel pain, I admit I'm addicted.
But I swear that the pain isn't self inflicted.
I know I'll never be perfect, I'm full of flaws.
Inside my mind there's a battle, there's a war.
I'm sorry, but I finally quit.
I can't take this anymore, I admit.
I'll kill myself one day, you'll see.
I'll down some pills, with a vodka or three.
And when I'm gone, you won't care.
You'll just be happy that I'm not there.
please keep my friend in your thoughts tonight, depression is a burden too strong for anyone to bear and yet which noone deserves to undergo.
And I just don't know if I can fight the pain.
Sometimes, I think about Suicide.
But the sad truth is, I'm already dead inside.
I've never been good enough for anyone.
Maybe people would be happier if I was gone.
Look deep into my eyes and see the feelings I hide.
Everyday, I feel like I'm losing my mind.
I'm sad, not happy. I'm broken inside.
Remember when I said I was fine? I lied.
My head is a dark, fucked up place.
Full of worries, suicidal thoughts and hate.
Maybe one day, you will all see.
I'm not the girl I appear to be.
I never feel like life is worth living.
At night, I lay awake over thinking.
I've spent most of my life suffering.
And all the pain seems never ending.
I feel like falling asleep and never waking up.
Why does life have to be so tough?
I want to feel pain, I admit I'm addicted.
But I swear that the pain isn't self inflicted.
I know I'll never be perfect, I'm full of flaws.
Inside my mind there's a battle, there's a war.
I'm sorry, but I finally quit.
I can't take this anymore, I admit.
I'll kill myself one day, you'll see.
I'll down some pills, with a vodka or three.
And when I'm gone, you won't care.
You'll just be happy that I'm not there.
please keep my friend in your thoughts tonight, depression is a burden too strong for anyone to bear and yet which noone deserves to undergo.