I slit my wrist and let the pain fall out.
Yet I still want to scream and shout.
I want it to be over. I want to be done.
I quickly grab a loaded gun.
I leave a long note on my bed.
All this time I’ve been stuck in my head.
I hear a loud knock at the door.
As I shake to my very core.
My best friend holds me tight.
And helps me to see the light.
This is not the end.
In my darkest hour you were my friend.
