Living Suicidal
Everyone, everyone, listen to me speak. I'm unhappy, and my life tends to look a little bleak. I'm trying my best, I shouldn't die when I've experienced so less. Every day I begin my fight, which begins during the night. The fight to stay alive, which is no longer my drive. It'll get better they said, stop being selfish they said, just let me lay down in my reddish-blue, bed. Don't get me wrong, it's not like you misunderstand, its that.. it's out of your hand. I know how you feel, "why would you take me away from you, and experience something so real? " Its not like that, this pain I'm going through.. can only be viewed from my point of view. I'll continue to strive forward, fight until my last breath. But please forgive me, if it results in my death.