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lf58813 
I feel so hopeless and so tired.
And I don't really know why.
I don't know why I'm still here
I don't know why I even try
I've told just a few people
But I don't think they understand.
Some won't even talk to me now.
I have no one to take my hand.
I hurt myself when I get mad,
Or when I get depressed.
I don't want to do it anymore,
And that's why I've confessed.
Sometimes I really hate my life
And just want it all to end.
But then sometimes it helps the most
when someone has a kind word to lend.
I'm not always too happy.
You don't often see me smile.
But eventually I'll be able to.
At least in a little while.
