The bad days

Some days you sit and wonder
other days you dream of death
hoping someone will save you
before the darkness draws near

you sit huddled in a corner
unsure what to do or say
never knowing whats gonna happen
if your gonna see tomorrow

tears stream from your cold eyes
and the breath is far and few
your lips are starting to tremble
and you clasp a hold of yourself

shaking back and forth you weep
screaming and cursing aloud
no-one can hear you though
no-one will ever understand

and as you reach for the blade
you instantly feel the pain
the sharp shots of horror
engraving there marks on your skin

these days are the days you hate
they make you want to die
and forget you ever lived
make you feel unworthy of life

so when these days do come
instead of feeling the pain
grab a pen and paper
release the anger you feel

erase some of the hard times
allow your self to cry
wipe away your tears
read the poems you created

long for the happy days awaiting
the future you can now have
don't harm yourself
you can do this be strong