I am the girl
Who had a knife to her wrist
I am the girl
Who had a cord around her throat
I am the girl
Who held a hundred pills in her hand
I'm writing this now
Because I stand on the precipice
Of falling back into
the depression of a previous life
No one really knows
How close I have been
To ending everything
By different manners
As I think back to who I was
I realize that how I feel now
Is not far from I felt then
And I fear this.
I fear falling back into that
Settling back into an old shell
That is comfortable
But the opposite of safe
I hope it is just the imbalance
I hope it is just the change
I hope it isn't permanent
I hope it is over soon
But I was the girl
Who almost committed suicide
.