Filled With Darkness Poem by Scarlet .....

my mind is clouded with thoughts
thoughts of death
my death
these thought interrupt my mind
every minute
of every hour
of every day
I do not want to die
but still that is all I think about
when I lay down to sleep
I think of the noose just above my bed
when I wake
I take my meds
and think why not take the whole bottle
that will fix things quicker
when I walk to my dresser
to get ready
I see my razor
I think why not cut
nice and deep
so I can slowly become numb
so I can slowly fade away
I think all this and yet
I believe I no longer want to die
but in response my mind cries
do you really wanna live
and in truth I do not know the answer
do i really wanna find out
prolly not a god idea