Unnamed

I have a thing about dark poetry or writings. So in my current state of madness, depression, who the fuck knows. I found myself feeling every word. Here is one I call "Unnamed"

Thought about a gun

Thought about a knife

At this point I'd chose anything

To end this fucked up life

Hoped Id find the meaning of hope or love

But that didn't work

Fake smiles at all costs

Just a fuckup that is lost

Thought about a razor as I got in the bath

Hoping someone would hear the pain hidden by my laugh

The days are all the same, like a moment never passed

I tried so hard to be at peace, but that never lasts

It hurts that I'm never noticed

Its brutal that no one cares 

All I do is stand there screaming

feeling the pain echo off the walls

Just take one, take too many, take too much

But the pills will never help, they are never good enough

I'm just a shell without a heart and a soul filled with darkness

Now its time to go,  into the dark unknown

 All alone and unloved

*might redo the last 2 or 3 lines*