Stretching

I am trying but failing, everyday,
Being rid of this burden, is an alien idea to this young mind,
My heart is beaten to a pulp, and a rind,
Do you know that I am here?
You know that I care,
I’m suffering through something I can hardly bear,
I go to the place where I kill myself every day,
I am going there to play, I love this world,
When I come away, the feeling of death and depression overtakes me,
I hate this world, I am under a spell,
Things happen to me I dare not tell,
Life a is spiraling down game, I can’t take the pain,
Crashing down, into a slumber every night,
Thinking about my faults in a hurtful way,
Get up in the morning, go out and do you piece,
Can you not handle the torture?
People die every day, you might be next,
Jumping through hoops for every man to see,
I spit out my heart to you now, will you heed my words?
Don’t follow my path, I can’t shake the death and hurt,
He is there to help, but he’s not there at all,
When will the stretching of my thin body stop?
You can take it, you can press through life with me at your side,
I know,
I just hope I don’t break.