Suicidal At Thirteen

Sitting in my room
staring at the door.
I cry of my gloom
and wish for no more.

Its been past a year
since Shane has been gone,
even a boy that dear
couldn't hold on.

He was so smart.
He was popular and sweet.
He had a good heart.
He naver did cheat.

I've givin up on god,
I don't have any faith,
I'll end up like Shane,
I know it, just wait.

I don't want to kill myself
but it is so hard to stay.
I write of depression
And I live today

Is death in my future?
I sure hope not.
but life's no guarantee
although I'll give it a shot

I'll try to hang on
for mom and for dad,
I'll make it through today,
through happy and through sad.

Author: K. Gaffney