I don't like what
I'm frighted by what i'm thinking.
I'm not thinking of the end,
I'm just thinking of how pain can transend.
I don't actually want to,
But oh how I want to.
This is scary, &
This could end up bloody.
I don't know what to do,
I just keep crying out: "Boo-who"
My life is actually great,
So why is it to the depressed that i can relate?
I'm a mess,
& under too much stress,
I want to fight these thoughts of mine,
It's liek the'yre commiting a kind of crime.
But I know I'm not alone.
I got friends and family that love me,
and a boyfriends that's crazy about me.
so what's wrong with me?
Why is it that I can't see,
the cause of this mystery?