Redue.

I need to get this out. I'm going to ask my doctor for anti-depressants once again...should of never stopped.

I sit here
Thinking to myself
Meaning nothing to myself.
Believing that I really need
Those anti-depressants right about now.
I can't think straight.
Nor act normal
Every feeling I get
is another opportunity to believe
Believe that I'm finally going to end it.
It's hard.
I can't take it.
Would I rather be a zombie.
OR a suicidal teenager.
The kind you hear about each day..
It's not normal to feel this way
To cry each day you lay asleep.
It's not normal to think about the way your going to die.
To think that your going to end it yourself if it doesn't come soon.