A river, a mountain, a tree
A blade, a problem, me...

Running miles
Inside my head...

I’m sorry I misjudged you
Put faults to your name...

A black whole
Stretches inside...

My mother wakes me
11 A.M on the dot...

There was a boy
A few decades back...

My god this is all so sad
I feel so pathetic, cutting AGAIN...

Years and years flash by
Within a minute in my head...

* This is a song I wrote, turned it into a poem
Why should I care...

A haunted love
Doomed to prevail...

I lean my head
Against the window pane...

My therapist says to write a happy poem.
Well this is something happy for me...