I wrote this as a diary of someone who is depressed.


I am dying,
It feels my soul is rotting in my fragile heart,
My fragile Bones will soon rot,
Should I give up?
I miss happiness,
Musik helps me through this,
People say my songs are great,
What do Du think?
Could my dream come true?
That’s why I’m alive,
I’m waiting,
My life isn’t over yet,
I have things to live for,
And things I haven’t done,
People unmet,
Songs unsung,
Friends not made,
I want true happiness,
Can’t heal my heart,
Must harm my body to numb the pain inside,
Scars cover my body,
To burn my flesh would be giving up,
So I run I the heat,
Slowly pushing my fingers into my eyes,
Bleeding herz is all I know,
I haven’t told anyone,
Secrets,
My mouth is sealed shut,
I can’t stand the pain,
Why is it like this?