Time Can Only Tell

I am tearing up inside
All I want to do is die

Tired of the tears
Tired of the fears
Tired of these negative thoughts
Tired of suicidal thoughts
Just tired of life itself

I am trying my best to resist hurting myself
I have been handling it so well
But now time can only tell
Because it is getting worse each passing day
Tired of trying to handle life
So I find myself to cry each night
While these sharp objects are not my friend
I grab my blanket and hold it close to me instead
Always seem to be sitting on my bed lost in thought
But the more I think the more urge I got
So before I start to do anything
I hold my blanket closer and start to cry my eyes out
And I do all I can to try and hold myself back from doing something that I will later regret.
But now time can only tell.