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

A few years ago
When pain was quite rare...

I try and dry my tears
And keep them from my face...

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

It’s another dark night
Trapped inside my self...

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

Has my life been wasted?
I spent so long dreaming...

* This poem is what I have been wondering about...
In my head, pictures are moving so fast...

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

* I wrote this poem a few months ago, it happened...
I don’t quite know how it happened...

So lost in this darkness
Hands numb and so cold...

When I was about three
I asked my mom about hell...