Life is a curse,
Hard and upsetting.
Happiness is a dream,
Something far from happening.
Suicide is a thought,
Alive and in my head.
Pain is my strength,
Like a frame to a bed
My days are pointless.
My life is dead.
My future is high
like I hold my head.
I pray over and over,
but why do that?
When god can’t even answer me back!
My heart is wide,
but full of tears.
My mind is open &
so is a grave.
My time is now,
it goes and goes
So how can I patch
these open holes?
This is so deep! and I feel what your sayong 100%!
I feel what you are saying and i have attempted loads of times to kill myself..i feel stuck in this misery! i dont know what to do! :(