When fed up you just wanna throw up your hands
question how much longer you can face life's demands
When so distraught it's arduous getting out of bed
even when wide awake you still feel dead

When anxiety is so overwhelming you wanna scream
your nightmarish life isn't simply some bad dream
When feeling so insignificant you wouldn't be missed
past sick of being screwed before getting kissed

When demons persist you ponder if it's time to quit
desire in every capacity has vanished bit by bit
When suicide infiltrates your thoughts keep them at bay
after reaching your last thread of hope 'Don't Give Way'!