3rd Writing: Poem #2

Here we are with an even older poem. This one is as depressing(if not more so) then the first and just as bad. The only difference is this doesn't have the upshot like ending of the other.

what should you do
when you feel like dieing
and there's no one who cares

what should you do
when your lifes falling apart
and theres no one to pick up the pieces

what should you do
when the barrels in your mouth
and there's no one there to say "stop"

My Writing 2nd Shot: A Poem

Here's another thing I wrote, it's a poem that's quite bad. I wrote this a long time ago when I was going thru some rough times. Anyway, here it is.

Every day I wake wanting to die
Every night I lie in bed wanting to cry
In between this is my life
What kind of existance is this?

So I guess this is the last goodbye
One more word before I end the lies
No, fuck that shit I'm still alive
The world might want me gone
But since when do I do what I'm told?