What if I told you I wanted to die?
That I'm tired of living, of being alive?
What if I said it gets worse at night?
The thoughts get louder, and nothing is right.
What if I lied and said everything was alright?
No, I'm not crying, I swear I'm alright.
-If you've ever lost a loved one, or have struggled with an invisable illness, or a personal issue, I am sure you can relate to this sad, but true poem. Some nights, it is OK to feel like this; it only means you're human, you care, and you have a soul. *hugs*