Every day seems ok,
But every night I fall.
I think about how I'll change the next day,
But yet still I hit the wall.
Happy thoughts don't come around.
I'm so depressed.
I make no sound.
My screams are silent in the dead of night.
No one knows,
They'll never understand.
How will I ever set this right.
I tremble as I grab the knife.
Something holds me back.
A distant hope of relief.
But it's so hard to trust now.
Answers don't come clear.
It starts to form a tear.
Death is easy,
just one slit.
But whispers tell me not to die.
It tells me in life I will heal.
I sit here thinking deeply.
I've taught myself to know happiness doesn't last.
I need something.
I don't know what.
I can't find the last piece of the puzzle.