What's The Worst Poem by Hannah Elizabeth Barton

As the days get shorter and the nights get longer
As the sadness in my life drowns away my hunger
I find myself wondering what is the point of it all
What's the point of living this way

If nothing comes around but pain
Why must we put ourselves through this hurt
If there's not really much to gain

I know life has its struggles
Bad moments, and steep hills
But if something gets this bad
Or makes you this sad
What's the problem with taking those pills

What's the problem with that steel against your head
With your finger caressing that trigger
What's the worst thing that can happen
When nothing bad can happen when you're dead