my mind is clouded with thoughts <br />thoughts of death <br />my death <br />these thought interrupt my mind <br />every minute <br />of every hour <br />of every day <br />I do not want to die <br />but still that is all I think about <br />when I lay down to sleep <br />I think of the noose just above my bed <br />when I wake <br />I take my meds <br />and think why not take the whole bottle <br />that will fix things quicker <br />when I walk to my dresser <br />to get ready <br />I see my razor <br />I think why not cut <br />nice and deep <br />so I can slowly become numb <br />so I can slowly fade away <br />I think all this and yet <br />I believe I no longer want to die <br />but in response my mind cries <br />do you really wanna live <br />and in truth I do not know the answer <br />do i really wanna find out <br />prolly not a god idea<br /><br />Scarlet .....<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/filled-with-darkness/
