A poem for death

Defeated

Some days I'm emotionally unstable

Occasionally putting my problems on the table

Needing a friend to see how I'm treated

In my lonesomeness and depression I feel so defeated

Once having brilliant blue eyes

Now turning red as they dry

Risking my own feelings to the dangers

A pain filled and broken heart is no stranger

In my silence I will cry

Never wanting to hurt you or say good bye