Alone Again, Naturally...

Everyone gives up, eventually. Everyone has thus far. Nobody helps unless there is something in it for them. You try to help with my depression but say that I take everything as a joke instead.

Wake up, kiddo, that's the only way I can live anymore. I have to think of everything as a joke or I keep thinking of throwing myself off the tallest building around. You think that time I took painkillers and alcohol was scary? You don't know the half of it.

I need help and I know that. I want help, but I need to know you'll be there to help through to the end. Everyone leaves and gives up...eventually. I wanted to know you wouldn't give up on me half way.

Guess what, you proved me wrong. You didn't give up half way! Kudos to you!!

You gave up even before anything began.

What's The Point...

Look into my eyes,

Tell me what you see.

Is it the pain of goodbyes,

Or endless worry?

I know that life isn't fair,

I know people just don't care.

You tell your story, lay your soul bare,

People would sooner glare.

Trust, I know not who nor how nor why

And, to be honest, I'd much rather sigh.

For I've had my back stabbed before

And I've seen how people can be rotten to the core.

Tell me, what's the point of it all.

To like, to love, to fall.

I'd rather not have the pain

Of living life full of disdain.

These words I cannot say,

But I'll write them down instead.

Then I'll go on my way

Still alive but feeling dead.

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Key, please.