The Truth About the World

Life is so messed up I say in my mind Giving up on everything Thinking the world was made unkind No friends to see Or say hi to me I start to hurt myself thinking That The pain will dull inside But instead my depression Only cause me a betta place to hide Thinking why I'm doing this To myself To then stop in realize I can't somehow reach help So to try to help myself I try to find someone who would listen To what I have to say But no one even gave me the time of day So I stopped doing these horrible things To myself And soon come to realize there is nothing wrong With me But the world it self that needs help