Doom, despair, exhaustion and terrible dread <br />Calling me, pulling me, wanting me dead <br />I cannot go on, I cannot take this any longer <br />Only do I grow weaker always, never stronger <br />No help, no lending hands, hearts or prayers <br />Nothing but emptiness, coldness, nobody cares <br />My smile is charming, bright, and so full of life <br />Hiding thoughts of pills, guns, and the deadly knife <br />I want to go, so often I feel it is time <br />Time to leave my dark reality and finish the rhyme<br /><br />Deborah Cromer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dripping/
