Trapped Soul

It's Pretty depressing. I do get sad sometimes and don't know why.

Bleeding inside my soul.
Losing all control.
Getting to the point
where I can't put down the bowl.

Crying myself dry.
The desperate want to die.
Brought back to the screams.
One million times i cry.

A coward in my mind.
Never death I find.
Life's ripping me apart.
Only overdose can bind.

Heartache, love, and shame.
Emotions play me like a game.
I find the worst within me.
Upon myself I place the blame.

Sickening to watch me.
Even make my friends flee.
Shouting ever so soft,
"This isn't who I want to be."