Some Days
Some days it becomes too much to bear
Too much to hold on
Too much to shut out
Just too much
Some days I want it to end
To cut my wrist and watch the river
To hear my neck snap right as I die
Some days I don't know I'm here
Why I bear so much pain
Why I bear the salty, tearful river
Some days I just don't know
So I cry until I can't
And scream until I'm silent
This poem is about:
Me