Each day I wake wishing it'd be my last,
I cant see a future or forget the past.
I lock myself away and leave the world behind,
But I've built myself a prison inside my mind.
A cell made from pain and creating walls,
Screams that echo down empty halls.
There's no light in here to guide my way,
So in this hell I am forced to stay.
All I need is to break free,
But no one is coming to rescue me.
I think about how I can end the pain,
Maybe if I died I'd be happy again.
Time goes on and life is short,
Soon I'll be no more than a passing thought.
My pain will pass when I'm dead and gone,
But the pain of my loved ones will linger on.
They say family and friends are very forgiving,
But remember that suicide only hurts the living.
By Daniel Jones