More Thoughts, Worst Feelings Poem by Kayla Fuller

Thoughts running through my head
as I lay in bed
Wondering why I am thinking of suicide,
Why am i depressed?
Life isn't so bad
but yet, I wish I were dead.
Thinking of ways on how I should go about this,
Crash? , Dose? , Slash? , or Bang?
I don't know
Whenever I am alone
the feeling grows
Its uncontrollable.
It gets stronger
I get weaker.
It gets harder,
I get worst.
Not knowing what to do,
I try and hide my feelings,
acting as if I'm alright.
But its hard to ignore.
Its eating me up on the inside.
I feel like I just can't take it anymore
Embarressed to talk to anyone....
Scared to get help....
What do I do, If I wait to long,
Will anyone be there?
Will I even be here?