The Thought.

I though that thought,
That dark evil thought,
The one that makes,
Your heart shudder and drop,
To believe that ones self,
Life should stop,
That it would be better,
For everyone,
To believe that the world would be better,
If the population was 4 billion sum- minus one,
I try to convince myself,
This can't be true,
There must be people that care about me too,
And so I've searched,
And slightly successful in finding,
A friend or two,
To make me smile too,
I just really hope,
That no time soon,
Does this feeling return,
To bring upon me doom,
And so am I fighting,
Every day a battle,
To seek more friends here and there,
That help me fight,
This creeping despair,
So now I am strong,
And have a smile,
So bright,
Since I am now surrounded with friends,
Who make it alright.