To me...

It seems to me in my mind 
Living life is a waste of time 
Happy feelings are what I lack 
I should have a knife in my back 
I never ever let it show 
All I feel is pain and sorrow 
And the more I live 
The more it all grows 
Why do I have to live this life 
When I can die and make it fine? 
Depression has become my only friend 
Suicide seems like the very best end 
I cry at night, wishing I had the guts 
Instead of filling my arms up with cuts 
My life is so empty 
Suicidal thoughts so full 
How many people would miss me 
If I held a gun against my skull? 
Chances are, not a soul 
There's no point in even trying 
The more I hope for a better life 
The more I am let down 
So who cares if I end up dying? 
I feel like I'm in a cell 
But not in jail 
In my life 
My living hell 
If there was one thing I ever cared about 
It would be my very own self doubt 
Someone help me out of this world 
Before I turn it upside down 
I have so much hate inside my heart 
That I don't care if I fall apart 
My mother, my father, everyone I've loved 
Seemed to have vanished from me 
Like flying doves 
If you can lift this dark blanket off of me 
Maybe I will see the light and be suicidal free 
But until you or someone else cares enough to try 
I don't want to live this life 
So please let me be