Terrible fucking poem

Every day I hold back tears,

Because there’s only one reason I’m here,

I pretend I’m okay,

And try hard to stay,

But nobody knows because nobody cares,

And when I need help no one is there,

I wish I was normal,

And I act immortal,

But when no one is around,

I sit and cry on the ground,

I feel hopeless,

And just lose focus,

I don’t want to bleed,

But everyday i feel the need,

To pick up the knife,

And just end my life,

So far i’m winning,

But I’m near the end my hope is thinning,

Soon I’ll give up,

And I’ll just fuck up,

Till then my skin is clean,

But my luck is like a slot machine,

I can’t win,

Soon I’ll commit the deadliest sin.

So I’m a bad poet, Just shoot me already…