It's Not Deep So It Doesn't Count

The things I'd perpetrate,

To fix back the mistakes,

Yes I admit the mistake I make,

But sometimes it's a hard path for me to take,

I'm not strong nor in a good state,

Sometimes I wish I was 7ft under and hard to locate,

Just so I won't be a burden for everyone sake;

This thoughts are coming like a tide,

Strong, fast and wide,

In a split second I cried,

With my hand bleed in the cause of a knife,

If only it was easy to die,

I'm tired saying 'I'll try',

What did I do to even deserve to be alive;

Wishing is not enough apparently,

I'm drained out physically and mentally,

So should I just try until I go eternally;

This is not a cry for help,

Just a poem of some crap.

-AJ-