I try to write poems,
That bring cheer to life.
But the sad thing is,
It all comes back to my knife.
The more I try to
Write happily about you
The more it seems
It will never come true
It brings me into
A deep depession
My life is full of
So much compression.
I wish you could hear
What I have to say,
Why would you care?
Just walk on you way
