The Mind Says, “Let Go.”

The Mind Says, “Let Go.”

I am ashamed of my skin,
Just keep fighting a battle
I cannot win.

I hate to think they love me so,
But shudder and quake,
Sobbing, “Why’d they go?”

I despise all I am,
Choking back tears—
I don’t give a damn,

I feel like dying every other day,
The darkest shadows,
Always come out to play.

I am in constant pain, in fear,
That all my screams,
You’ll never hear,

But most of all, though you try,
It doesn’t change, everyday,
I WANT TO DIE.