My Tragedy

I want to let go,leave this cruel world. Hands reach out as I am sinking to the bottom. But can they save me before it's too late? The voices I hear echo in my mind. They come from the lips of the hands who are trying to reach out to me. The voices I hear tell me to nit give up,to keep going. I hear them call my name but I can't reply. It's as if I am mute. I feel tragically lost,depressed,and scared. I want to end it all,let my life slip away,yet I want someone to save me,from myself,from my own tragedy.