I'm suicidle.
Did you know?
I'm tired of this world.

But I can't go.
I must stay.
Live another way.

I've got to fight.
Fight the night.
Fight the darkest day.

I can't give up.
Can't let go.
Must live another year.

Till I can finally.
Breathe my last.
Till I will lie still.

In my grave.
Beneath the shade.
They'll dig me deeper.

But until then.
I am a child.
A young depression reaper.

I've got to stop.
Cuz I'm bloody.
I've really to know better.

Please don't tell.
Not anyone.
My dark little secret...