Don't you hate it when tear drops stain the pages,
Of all the things you've written,
Trying to forget all the rage,

Just letting the tears fall when theres nothing left to loose,
When all you can think about is your mothers obsession with *****,
Or maybe anyother problem you have been forced to face,

Why not wake up to another hell of a day,
When you never actually got to sleep anyway,
Why not cry yourself to sleep at night,
When you'll wake up to this torture every ******* day,

Theres just no point in living this life,
Because its only filled with sorrow, and strife,
So I confide all my problems, in this blade,
The pain lets me live on for just another day, before I repeat and bleed again,

Its not a process I'm proud of,
But I'm facing the fact that I have a problem, and I need help..
Now do you see? why I need therapy.