Things only ever get worse...

The day you were born, life couldn't be better.
You had all you wanted, what you didn't went amiss,
The first day of your life, although you didn't know it,
Was the day when all things, dived down to the floor.

You started your life, a few things went wrong,
You acted like nothing, and you kept living on.
A few years later, when you were 7 or8,
You finally discovered all the fear and the hate.

After that you turn 10, you start learning functions,
How they can be stable, go up or go down.
One night, in your bed, you think about life,
It's only a function, only ever decreasing.

Then all has gone wrong, a loved one has died,
You have no one to talk to, to trust or to love.
You have already been followed, it can not get worse,
But you don't realise, just how wrong you are.

You've entered your teens, school is a nightmare,
Your mum is behind you, she wants you to work,
She thinks shes trying to help, she never stops pushing,
You become so upset, your option is cutting.

You continue your life, you cut when you cry,
It helps you to hide, your thoughts and your feelings.
You realise that love, leads only to pain,
But pain in the heart, turns to pain in the wrist.

You just have to wait, things can only get better,
But then you recall, the rest of your life,
You put it together, and then you start seeing,
You can try as you want, things will only get worse.

You've just turned fifteen, three years you've been cutting,
And still just as hard, the things keep on cumming.
It gets hard to bare, you go home every night,
You're alone and you cry, you cut and you bleed.

There's no more hope, for a better life,
You've become useless, to all who surround you.
If you ever try to help, things only get worse,
The world's better off, without your beating heart.

You then try to end it, first once, and then twice,
But both times you have failed, the courage has left you.
You try to hold on, its wripping your wrists,
How much you regret not managing it.

Should you try again, and perhaps end it all,
Or keep going on, knowing only this:
We all know how it starts, but how will it end,
No matter how hard you try, things only ever get worse...