LIFE, LOVE, SUICIDE by Dionne Miller

Thoughts

They creep up into my mind

and whisper into my ear

but I know to myself

that there's nobody there

I keep seeing things

I think I'm going mad

and its not helping

the hurt I hate so bad

I should cut my wrist

or burn my skin

I can do anything

but the depression always win

I become numb, I don't feel anything

but at the same time I feel pain

all this madness

is driving me insane

When will it stop?

when will it go away?

maybe it'll never go

and its in my mind to stay