Depressed - Poem by Jamie Wright
People often ask me if I'm okay,
I answer yes, actually I'm depressed.
I haven't slept in weeks,
I'm tired, I'm a mess,
There's no one in my life,
There all dead, I'm all that's left.
At first I was scared,
Like I said I was a mess,
I'm still confused, so this is what I'll do,
I'll tie a rope around my neck,
Then nail it above my stairs,
I'll jump as high as I can, gravity will do the rest.
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