Poems I won't look back on.

Best friend

We dread today we hate tomorrow,

We bottle everything up until it turns to sorrow.

We muddle on we slit our wrists,

We keep on working extra shifts.

Nobody knows the pain nobody knows the struggle,

They seem to think its all rubble.

Some of is quit and end there lives,

The rest struggle on relying on knives.

The pain, the rush, the blood flowing down,

We use this daily of no one is around.

We trust very few so we don't receive help,

Sometimes the cuts so deep we yelp.

We aren't pretending this isn't a trend,

For some of us our knife is our best friend.