When The Darkness Gets Too Dark Poem by Skye Williams

staring at the ceiling in the dark,
without seeing any spark,
a spark of light, happiness or hope,
that can fill the lonliness in my heart.

But instead I'm falling of a steep slope,
without light, happiness or hope,
it gets darker and darker in my head,
while I'm just laying in bed.

Blood dripping down my arms and legs,
a way to feel nothing and so much,
at the same time,
something that gives relief,
a way to handle grief,
the pain inside,
this time I really don't care if I die this night.