just another poem

Im more depressed than words can explain

this misery hits me like a freight train

but all I wish is to feel anything even pain

id like to feel something simple, even a drop of rain

I cant feel anything now, nothing at all

time is gone, no spring, no fall

now I can see more scars than skin

my heart is now metal made of tin

so what is going on in my head

this yearning desire to be dead

this yearning desire to fill my head with lead

this yearning desire to never leave my bed

so what to do with this seductive knife

should I cut away the pain and strife

should I take this metal and end my life

should I screw my future kids and wife

so many decisions running through my brain

I cant feel the blood in my vain

with every second I feel less and less sane

praying that despair will not be my bane

so with this knife I bid adieu

I hope you know that I love you

just go to bed and forget what you see

and know that it wasnt your fault I couldnt handle me