Help...

In my room all alone wishing I was somewhere far away,
Feeling the pain increasing each and every day.
I hit my knees in tears sending my prayers to the sky,
Feeling like they haven’t been answered, so I wander around in hell just to get by.
My soul cries out for a helping hand,
You can see it in my eyes that I’m falling apart as a young man.
No one to talk to so I converse with my reflection,
If you could see inside my soul you may change your perception.
Living like I have no where to go and my only turn is for the worst,
You may say my life is a gift and I will disagree and reply it’s a curse.
Staring out my window while this pen depicts my pain,
A lost mind needs to be found before it is dubbed sane.
Wishing I can leave all this behind,
Yet my past wont let me go and keeps polluting my mind.
Losing confidence in myself because maybe I’m not cut out for success,
But if I don’t make it, will family love me any less?
I’m going out of my mind trying find a way to cope,
And its depressing when talking to yourself seems to be the only way to cope.
Death begins to smell good at this table,
Life seems to be out of blessings so agony and death are the only two available.
I would ask for help but I rather you pray for me,
Look deep in my eyes and tell me what you see.
Do you see a young man who everyone seems to think is strong,
Or do you see a broken down soul that’s barley holding on.
God if you read this please take heed to my plea,
Help me before I become something I don’t want to be.