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I Think

I think about everything
my life, home & more
i think about taking these pills
cuz it'll be an easy kill
i sit in my room and cry
mostly hoping to die
to every1 i lie
bt ive got nothing to hide
my life is just sadness
with all chaos & madness
then when it all crashes
i dont kno how to manage,
taking these pills is becomin more real
every1 really just needs to chill
and let me make this kill
cuz sittin here tryin to deal
ain gona start this wheel
im hopelss, lovelezz, & suffer from loneiness,
so once again i must think
why da ******** am i here?
what? to try to be wit sum1 dear
or maybe sumthing in the near
so i continue to wipe away this tear
cuz they tell me im not the only 1 here
i kno wat they say is not just a pain in my rear
bt in the end i kinda dont give a damn
cuz life ain s**t but a cram
fightin my way through this ******** ram,
i think whoever made me
from above or below
wanted me to c sumthing that i cant control
sittin here in this class room all alone
cryin & shakin down to the bone
i cant go anywhere to look nor roam,
i think that lifes nothin bt an illusion
feelin ma head with all dis & confusion
the mind aint nothin just a ******** pollution
think sometimes that im goin through ruins
runnin & screamin
''What the ******** am i doin?''
bt i think
i dont kno
do they love me
or see me as a hoe
do they want me here
or should i just disappear
think, think, think
all i do is think
my thinks are seeming more real
will any1 save mr from this s**t
b4 my mind takes over me
& makes my thinks become real
I think, I think, I need help
I THINK



this is a poem i wrote back in the 8th grade.