Here is a poem I just wrote. I seem to have no reason to live and I am becoming more and more sure that suicide is the only answer.
Today is the end of my tormented life.
I woke up and the raindrops were puttering on the roof.
I, thinking to myself, what do I have to live for?
Nothing I thought, raged with pain and guilt.
So I got up, deciding the end was today.
Determined it was all finally over.
I put on my emo music.
I knew those bands understood me.
Their angst ridden lyrics went straight to my heart.
If only the rest of the world could understand me.
Im a tortured soul.
I do not belong in this ghostly world.
I took out the rope, tied the noose.
Screamed one last lyric.
And it was over, free, gone, understood.
PLEASE HELP ME< I CANT THINK STRAIGHT
Today is the end of my tormented life.
I woke up and the raindrops were puttering on the roof.
I, thinking to myself, what do I have to live for?
Nothing I thought, raged with pain and guilt.
So I got up, deciding the end was today.
Determined it was all finally over.
I put on my emo music.
I knew those bands understood me.
Their angst ridden lyrics went straight to my heart.
If only the rest of the world could understand me.
Im a tortured soul.
I do not belong in this ghostly world.
I took out the rope, tied the noose.
Screamed one last lyric.
And it was over, free, gone, understood.
PLEASE HELP ME< I CANT THINK STRAIGHT