Why must I be so annoyed
Why must I blame them all
I scream at the voices in my head to stop
To just shut the hell up
Why must I be depressed
Why must I be so sad
I look at my blade
Thoughts running through my head
Why must I cry all the time
Why must I always hurt
I cry for no reason
Tears forever staining my cheeks
Why must I be falling apart
Why must I be as fragile as glass
I break so easily
I fall to the floor in shards
Why must life be so cruel
Why must people hate
They hate on the homeless
The blacks
The Mexicans and Asians
Why must people laugh at those less fortunate
Why don\'t they help instead of poking fun
Society is crumbling
So many are pushed to suicide
Why must we all hate on each other
Why must depression be a thing
I\'m bleeding from me wrists, stomach, thighs
My feet covered in blood from walking on my own broken glass shards
That are left as remains from my heart
Why must I be so broken
Why must I.