Why? Poem by M.J. Henderson

Why do i feel like this?
I feel down,
And tired.
I’m angry at the smallest things,
I break down in tears,
For no apparent reason.
I can’t think,
Or concentrate.
I just want to die.
The problem with that is,
No one will let me.
They say that,
They want me to be happy.
So make me happy,
By letting me,
Take my own life.
But every time i try,
Someone stops me.
I might kill them,
Then i can finally,
DIE.