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kill me now, kill me please

kill me so I wont spread this disease

of depression and the darkest moods

and in my darkest hour my life concludes

I’ll end it now, ill end it quick

it will be fast, the blood will run thick

the blood will flow freely and unobstructed

my life will be taken as if abducted

it will not hurt I wont feel a thing

as I fade into the endless ring

of non-existence that comes with death

of being cold and not drawing breath

my every thought is of you or dying

I wish that I could just die trying

to get you back which is just not a possibility

I seem to be cursed with invisibility

cause no one sees how much I hurt

no one sees that I feel like dirt

no one cares that I hate myself so much

no one cares that I might end up cold to the touch

no one knows that I feel like crap

no one cares that I might just snap

and go insane and just not care

and still no one is any more aware