Given Up

I've given up

I guess this is the end of me

I can't take this torture any longer

Depression's hand takes hold of me

I don't care

I've been rotting inside a corpse's shell

Throat burning and increasing intense heat rapidly

I've given up

It seems clear to me that everyone sees nothing but flaws in me

My happiness is an inch while my sadness is a mile

I'm suffocating in their hatred

I didn't know they wanted me gone

It seems they would seem happier if I were

I've given up

The End

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