By Carrie Tiggas
My head hangs low
I start to cry
thinking of the days
I wanted to die
The problems are big
MY will is small
I used to be big
I used to be tall
I’ve changed so much since those days
I’ve gotten so small
wandering through the haze
I’ve been through so much
you’d think I’d learn
But I don’t seem to
I need someone to be here
to hold my hand
to pull me near
but when I try
they pull away
Then they run
far, far away
So I’m left alone
to think and cry
and I’m hoping that today is
a good day to die