What's Life?

I've grown too tired to try.

I just wanna cry.

And wash away the tears that fill my eyes. 

Sweep away the suicide

That aches inside my mind.

Laying alone

Night after night.

I wanna pick up that knife 

And end myself right.

But i cant do it despite

All my pain and fright.

They tell me don't do it,

Then brush me aside.

But what's the point of life,

When you just wanna die?