Words so powerful, burning like the fire within hell, such words i cannot tell, but they are so deep, as deep as a well. This poem i type, you may not like, i think it will be lame, but thats not what my poems aim. As i write this today, i may have to go away, not for a while, forever. Hospital is my next step, no date is set, but if i am forced to go, i will sink so low. Underground, no sound, no heart beat, no heat. Pain, came, gone, done. Depressed, left, alone, all on my own. No love, its too tough, hurt, im just a piece of dirt. Shred, mislead, lost, this life has no cost. Noise everywhere, here and there, i cant bare, but i just sit and stare. Silence is within, all i am is a sin, death and suicide, forever i shall hide. Fears, tears, no one, i have never, ever won. They win, why not just throw me in a bin? im nothing to the world, just filthy mold. This poem does not have a message, just mixtures of words explaining my feelings, i am not dealing, no words are left to explain this life, goodbye.