My 1

Crying in the shower

For what feels like hours

In depression I drown

Without a sound

Taking pills

My mind fills

With fear and terror

As my death draws nearer

Home alone

On my own

Shaking, quaking

I am taking

My own breath

Out of my chest

I call my mom

It won't be long

But it seems

I failed me

In my hospital bed

Wishing I was dead

There's anger in her eyes

I wonder why

She's mad at me

She doesn't see

All my pain

Is her game.