My Darkest Hour Poem by Jessika Hoppers

Save me from myself,
i'm so done with being hurt.
And as it continues through the days,
this pain inside gets worse.

This pressure's building up,
and it's really taking a tole.
I'm having these destructive thoughts,
i feel i'm losing all control.

It's hard to keep your spirit high,
when others put you down.
The smile i once wore,
has slowly turned into a frown.

My thoughts just get stronger,
i feel the ends coming near.
But no need to mourn,
i'm not worth any tears.

Without me around,
there lives seem so great.
Maybe this was meant to be,
maybe this is fate.

Life is just so meaningless,
i'm so sick of this abuse.
Then people act like they really care,
when really there's no use.

They're all backstabbers and fakes,
i see through their lies.
And their really not worth,
all the tears that i've cried.