Every Day I Hear.....

Its A Poem about Depressing and That Depressing Leading Up To Sucide.

Hearing the voices everyday,never could say goodbye on that day.
Feeling cold inside, laying motionless on the ground. The edge in my side
is cold as my breath seems to slip.

Going blind, darkness surrounding me. My body going numb, numb to
this day of sunshine. Breathing my last breath. Feeling cold as the
blood runs low.

Breathless cold and blind, numb to this day. Buried under the cold ground.
Hearing the voices everyday. As I lay motionless in complete darkness.