Diary of a dying man

I've decided to tuck away my depression,

Somewhere in between my anxiety and suicide obsessions

I've managed to come clear of my dementia

In a tiny box hidden under my bed, I found all my memories

Overcome with mass hysteria as I let them all in

Making sure to leave nothing behind

Sometimes letting yourself feel, can be the truest forms of remedies

In the corner of the box is a note I wrote to me when I was seven

Such a young boy with a vigorous mind

Who would've thought I would be suicidal by eleven

Not sure what to tell that lil fella now 

But I kinda wish he was still here

I am pretty sure I lost him, along the lines

In my multiple suicide attempts

I was brought up by design

To not cry, and when sad to not confine

But beneath all this pride another world exists 

In the corner of my heart is a tiny room

Its walls painted with my fists

Since I am a man, I cannot show the world my pain

 So I'll try this suicide thing once more again

Perhaps with my demise the world will come to realize,

that even the strongest of men, do feel pain.