This life you give to me.
Oh why must it be.
It rots in the sun,
And wont stop till its done.
I am a wilted flower.
I have lost all of my power.
I use to think my life would mend.

In my life.
I start turning towards the knife
I have bad days, then worse days.
Friends and family are just becoming a haze.
I look to the left, and I look to the right,
I truly try with all my might.
However now I know my life must simply end.

Dillon Crawford

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-life-332/