Vent

Days of endless struggle,  

Another depressing day.  

Trying to survive,  

In some sort of way.  

But it seems that the struggle,  

Will never leave me,  

And I wouldn't be here now,  

If the pain would leave me be.  

I know there has been many, 

Of people who had it worst than I.  

But that doesn't always mean,  

I wouldn't commit suicide.  

People say I have a lot ahead of me,  

But I just can't see. 

I can't see because my enemy,  

Isn't the blade, but inside of me. 

I have very low energy,  

Wishing to stay at home. 

Wishing to be more happy, 

Wishing to stop feeling alone. 

Wanting to be enthusiastic, 

Wanting to care for more.  

But when nothing makes sense at all,  

Everything crashes to the floor.  

I feel life is better than me,  

And I can't do anything right.  

This is how I felt everyday, 

 It didn't just start last night.