Looking to the future trying to believe,
there is a reason to live.
Struggling to grasp the happiness in life,
when all I feel is the emptiness inside.
Searching or answers late at night,
hoping that my help will be at sight.
I am depressed, has been for a while now. Wrote this poem about 2 years ago…
I don’t know, I guess I need some sort of help, don’t know what exactly.
I… I am losing it.
The emptiness will claim me eventually… It is simply a matter of time.