Clean up on aisle MISTAKE

I cry myself to sleep,
For I cannot hold it in anymore.
All these days go bye,
And still, I cannot soar.
There's something inside me,
Real far and too deep.
I should probably let it out,
But I will never say a peep.
My problems are mine,
And no one else's.
They have problems of their own,
And mine just depresses.
I cry sometimes,
And don't know why.
But I get thoughts and feelings,
Of wanting to die.
Why do I still bleed,
Like I have all this time?
I'm paying the price,
But I never did the crime.
Right now I am filled,
With this pain and doubt.
Just please grab my hand,
And help me get out.