Shadow

There are too many voices inside your head,
telling you that your life is dead?

Too many dark clouds hand above you;
dark in the sky, hover as they do;
Too many decisions;
Just make the right one...

Ending your life won't help anyone.
Not even yourself;
There are people out there that need you!
This string is hanging by thread;
this material is ripping apart,
please don't go and make things bad,
I promise,

things will get better.