Reaching Out For Help,
But Nobody Grabs Your Hands.
Wanting Somebody To Care,
But People Pass By.
They Stare,
Watch You Cry,
Watch You Break-
Piece By Piece
As They Stare,
They Whisper,
“At Least Its Not Meâ€
Well. I’m only fifteen, and already I want my life to end. Ever since I was eight years old, my life has been a mess. My parents divorce was the spark of everything. I’ve been depressed for seven years, but the past two years it’s been hitting me hard. Every night I cry, wanting it to end. I use to pray to God to kill me in my sleep or to let me have at least one good day. I got neither, and gave up my faith. I wake up every morning, wondering why I even bother getting out of bed. I can’t find one […]