Cry for Help

This poem was written to vent out my depression.

Why do you look at me so?
Do I need to turn the volume low?
You say “Yes” when the voices are silent.
The ones in my head become violent.
My confidence is steadfast,
But how long will it last?
Again you yell at me.
Can you leave me be?
My mind is fragile
And the shouts are agile,
Leaping among the shards
Of my broken deck of cards.
The pressure weighs me down
Like a bramble crown.
I can barely breathe
As the darkness begins to wreathe
Around my head
With thoughts of the dead.
I have failed you
And therefore fail myself, too.
“You are worthless,”
Says a voice merciless.
Maybe I am.
I might as well be a sham.
“It’s your fault!”
Brings my mind to a halt.
I can feel
The turning of the Fate’s spinning wheel.
Is it long enough?
This twine to too rough.
Should I live or should I die?
To your rules I can’t comply,
But I love you.
What should I do?
My disobedience makes me suffer,
And then my life becomes much tougher.