Sinkholes

I’m walking around sinkholes right now, They’re called depression They sucked me in once I’m here for my death attempt session They grab me by my ankles and try to pull me in I can hear them whispering in my head They tell me I’m better off dead Actions speak louder than the whispers said So I grab my scarf and walk to her locker I keep slipping by the holes as the whispers get darker 12-18-36, the pain is almost over I hang the scarf and put the two knots inside as death comes closer I stand on the chair I turn around Sinkholes are everywhere They lift my feet up The chair is across the hall The whispers become yells I can hear my death call I feel my soul leaving I am no longer breathing I begin to pass out You’re worthless and no one needs you is what they shout