Tiffany Bertagna Poet I do not know?

Depression

I feel like dying
What point in trying?
I’m giving up
My life is about to blowup
It hurts to try 
It’s hard to cry
I hate the time when all is quiet
When I wage my inner riot
I love the cuts that make me forget the pain
But hate how it’s become my only blame
I can’t stand the labels they give
I wish I could just be me and live
This hurts my heart
This Depression is tearing me apart
It is like a disease 
Which hurts me as it will please
It picks at my brain
‘Till I am blinded by pain
I feel it is my time to die
So why try?

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Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway December 14, 2010 at 7:48 PM Where to begin...Tiffany I'm sensing a pattern in your writing that is all to familiar. I know this pain and despair as I live with similar pains...Please know it will get better. Writing has been my release and poetry soup my salvation. Keep writing and sharing... We're listening...Lay

Laura Mckay December 13, 2010 at 2:40 PM This isn't a poem about depression, it's a cry for help or even a suicide note. I hope that you will reach out for help in your area; I know it's out there because I have gotten help in my area. Be good to yourself; no matter what the world may see, God sees a valuable soul in you.

Sara Kendrick December 13, 2010 at 2:18 PM If for the contest, good luck..Reads like a winner..I hope not your life but just a topic..There has to be much pain for a person to be a cutter...Sara