Diary

I thought about doing it again today.
Making yesterday come out,
Drip away with the pain.

I thought about crying again,
Letting tomorrow flow,
Instead of finding a friend.

It doesn't hurt a lot,
Only lasts a minute.
Helps me think of a nicer reality,
One without me in it.

It's really much better,
That I put it in the drawer.
I guess all it does
Is make my limbs sore.

I really can't stand being here you know.
But maybe you don't.
But maybe you're one who helps,
Or you're one of the ones who won't.

I thought about doing it again,
I'm not so happy to say,
I didn't go through with it.
I put the knife away.