Dont say it'll be ok

As I lie on my bloodstained sheets
for another sleepless night
Once again crying into my pillow
and yet another poem i write

wishing for the knife
more of my blood to spill
i want to slit my wrist one last time
and this time i want it to kill

I think of my past
the good times and the bad
but it is the good times that bring tears
just remembering all the fun i had

writing angry words where no one will see
thinking the worst i can
i try to think of the good things
but they wont save me as nothing can

i let out a sigh as i think of em
i have to keep my promise to stay
if not for myself, for her
ill die another day

ill go to school tomorrow and try my best
just like i did today
but do not say those words, that lie
please do not say "it'll be OK"