As I thought the lyrics to this poem
I wandered to myself why write this little piece
It's been so long since I was depressed
And now I just write for others
But then I thought maybe it's time for me
To write about me even though I'm not depressed
So here it goes
Five months to the day
And I think back to that wonderful day
When I got the all clear
And left that place forever
Eight months to the day
And I think back to that horrible day
When my parents sent me in
And I felt I'd never get out
Eight months to the day
Since I picked up a razor
And ran across my arm
When hope was forever away
So I look at these list of mistakes
That by the way never seems to end
And I take a lit match
And I start with edges
When they start to smoke
I start to laugh
Because no longer will I drown myself
In this ocean of mistakes
Today's the day I move on
And live my life!
