As life starts to overtake me,
and I start to lose control...

I remembered when i cryed
thinking i couldn't go on...

I crawl up in a ball
hoping to disappear...

Every poem written,
is a story of its own...

You said some things i know
that you didn't really mean...

I hate seeing tomorrow
another hour, another day...

Don't tell me how you feel
don't say that we are one...

Why am I so angry,
Why am I filled with fear...

So I'm all alone
nothing to do...

Its just another cat scratch
as i cover up my arm...

*this is one of the first poems i wrote*
I thought things would be better...

Drip by drip,
i watch quietly as my life flows from my wrist...