You don’t know how to talk about it
so you suffer alone in darkness,
trying to find a way out
of your lonesome self.
Your days fill up with tears
and that guilty trip of feeling sorry
for yourself is your best friend.
You are always feeling sad and hopeless,
helpless and worthless.
Some feelings come and go
but some never leave,
haunting and taunting you day and night.
Sometimes you find yourself over-sleeping
and can’t seem to get out of bed
or sometimes you roam the house at night
searching for that peace of mind.
Everything seems wrong in your life,
you are having the hardest time concentrating
on simple tasks, remembering things
or even making small decisions.
You don’t know what to do.
This thing has overpowered you.
There is only one thing left to do
and since you are too afraid
or too ashamed to seek help,
you can only think of one way to go.
Suicide has become your obsession.
No one cares,
“not even you”.