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History has came and went

Future is what lies ahead, just a few months away

I know not what to do, nor what to say

254 poems later, and I am still the same way



Helping still, friend by friend

I never will stop, hearts never seem to mend

I hate the cuts from the cutters

The blood runs down MY veins

I hate the yelling and the fighting

Your words all cause me pain

Whether you know the truth or not,

It is not one in the same

Don't give yourself pain, just to get a gain



I hate this retohrical question- when does it stop?

I don't know

Please get yourself together and make it last forever

I cannot always be around to stop everyone else's pain

And since it always brings me down, I never get a gain

What if I started to cut too,

How would you feel, what would you do?

I'd hate it myself,

But how else do I get through to you?

These problems are never solved

And I hate never getting calls

When you feel like you are in trouble...

Wouldn't you know enough?



255 poems later, and I am back right where I started

This world keeps gettin worse

I think it is a curse

Blood, anger, depression

That is what we all have come to

We just slit our wrists

Just to cover the pain

Then we start over again



Poem 255 and we are barely staying alive

Forget love, forget hate, make it all go away

You want answers? They are in prayers

Somethings I cannot change

Ask God for some help,

The bad things will go away