Help_Me

Lonely girl writing to feel the ease,
The pressure starts to drip away, making her feel relieved.
Although she's felt the need to end her life,
Something always stops her from ending her life.
The small little jar labeled "Hope",
Helping her once again cope.
She fights the sadness underneath,
And manages to feel free.
This doesn't always last long,
But she knows how to make the feeling come back once its gone.
She might've slipped up a couple times and grabbed that razor or knife,
Never wanting to deal with this stupid life.
Then, right before it was all gone,
She remembered him and his song.
Always made her smile,
Though his end was vile.
She is his.