Depression sinking in,
Going deeper, farther below the skin...

The leaves are gone by winter.
They're back by spring...

It's not a sport,
or a game...

Do I cut in the summer?
No Way! Too Risky...

Sitting here,
Looking through my yearbook...

Another day has gone by,
Another scar upon my wrists...

*Hit* Swollen Lip.
*Smack* Black Eye...

Since you don't feel the same way,
I feel about you...

I wanted to write a poem
A poem meant for you...

I know I’m not the best,
At any given time...

Is that me,
you see sitting on the dock...

"I like you"
Such a simple sentence...