poem
Posted on: October 11, 2007, at 05:38:30pm

As the days pass slowly
And the weeks creep by
I find myself obsessing
About ways that I could die.

I lay awake at night
Thinking of my pain.
There's no way it can get better;
I have nothing left to gain.

Suddenly thoughts of death
Are controlling my every move,
And battle with my mind
And I always seem to loose.