Way To Cope Poem by Neil Adams

I run with fear, the end is near
Its the start of a new year
I try so hard to make it right
But still I sit alone at night

Self-Harm, bulimia, anorexia and hate
Ways to cope with your chosen fate
Pills or hanging so many options
to rid your life of these addictions

The chosen few are made to lie
The chosen few are made to die
I was chosen to feel the pain
Of a worthless life again again

We get false hope, they feed us lies
They tell us that we've a reason to survive
I beg to differ, they have no idea
They haven't suffered, they have no fear

We will get judged, we will be labeled
In the modern day with society unstable
What does life really mean?
Once you've seen it, cant be unseen