15 and suicidal
Black out and I'll turn homicidal
In a mental hospital for a suicide attempt.
The overdose they tried to prevent.
Ran away from home for third time was never gonna look back.
But hope is what I lack.
So threw the days I where gone I wrote poetry trying to hold back from hanging on rope.
I did so much to cope.
But getting force back home in all the stress.
I tried kill myself and turned into a messs.
Now I am out still depressed but I hide it better I guess that's okay
Maybe I'll be happy some day