Dear Diary;
Thoughts of suicide;
I cannot keep there feelings deep inside;
I must find someone to confide;
But I am finding it hard to trust, beside;
Who is there to listen? No one.
No one wants to hear my sob story;
I once use to laugh, be happy, have fun¦
But that was no more than a fairytale story
I have worked out the sum.
Me + life = malfunction, cant you see?
Im not suppose to be here
I was never suppose to be.
Life, overrun by doubt and fear.
I went to the draw, as I have; many times before.
But this was the last time I was going to go through this.
My body was shaken, cold, and sore.
I held my only friend and put it to my wrist;
I said my sad black goodbye; salvation I must find.
These were my thoughts tonight;
But then I found something warm, caring, kind.
Something that made sense to me my response was fright.
The only thing in my life I do not regret was putting my plans on hold;
To say goodbye to those who were there.
I did not tell of my intentions, my plans I did not unfold.
I couldnt keep to myself, I couldnt bare.
I told of my problems to a friend I have known not long at all.
He helped me, talks through my problems, was just there for me
Helped me in this never ending fall
Helped me see this is not the way it has to be
And for that I thank him ; for you see
In my time of need;
He saved me;
He saved me from me.
