I have problems I wanna escape from,

demons I can't control,

depression is overwhelming,

and seems like hope is gone.

But I want to move forward,

achieving my deepest dreams,

hoping for support.

I was once, a cheerful person,

but look at me now.

Do I look happy to you?

My fake smiles can fool even the most observant people.

My calls of pleas ignored by my most treasured friends, family, and the world.

I'm hurting, no one cares.

I'm screaming but no one can hear.

These thoughts of suicide coils around my brain,

forcing me end it all.

But Can I Really End It All?