End It All

This is just a depressing poem i wrote when i was in a very dark place in my mind.

All the tears I have shed,

All of the blood I have bled.

 

It wasn't enough to end it all.

I feel as if i'm pinned agaist a wall.

 

Battles between myself and all those I cared for.

When i needed them most, they just left me at the door.

 

Is it somethig I did or something I said.

No matter what it is, I sure they would be more than happy if I was to drop dead.

 

Mother always said, " Don't worry, everything will be alright."

If that was true, how come I still can't sleep at night?