Why I'M I Depressed Poem by Kayla Fuller

One day I'm having a good day, laughing, and hanging out,
And the next day i'm having a bad day, crying, and depressed.
Sitting on my bed in my room, by myself
How i like it
Thoughts running through my head
Getting stronger and stronger
Trying to take me over.
Getting close.
Just wanting to end it all,
I become so close to doing it.
Taking all my strength not to do it.
I wonder if I will become so weak,
to where I'm not strong enough to stop myself.
Trying to pretend nothings wrong,
Trying to forget it all,
I wanna turn to drugs,
and I become so close to doing it,
But i stop myself.
But how long will I last?
Another year? , Week? , Day?
I can't tell,
but I can tell,
If I don't get it all straightened ouy
It won't be long......