Sick to my stomach everyday

My eyes are watering

I can hardly pray

My depression is growing

Along with my anger and pain

I don’t know how much longer I’ll be sane

I close my eyes and all I want to do is cry

The monsters inside make me feel like I will die

I wish I could go back to a different time and day

One free of monsters, depression, and pain

I’ve made up my mind I’m done talking to you

The more I say the worse I feel

I’ll get mean and sick either way

I won’t deal with it at all so I can wither away

I won’t live forever

I won’t have a happy ever after

I’ll die young

From the pain of these few months