I awake to another Day,
Of fighting this battle Alone.
I down the same old Pill,
Hoping it'll help these tired Bones.

But I highly doubt it Will,
Because it never has Before.
I get so fed up with Waiting
For these meds to even the Score.

I just want to Escape,
This ongoing war of Life.
But is it really worth It
If the only escape is a Knife?

I'm so ashamed to Admit,
The loneliness I do Feel.
How muchlonger will it Take
For my wounds to finally Heal?

Each day it is a Struggle,
To open up my Eyes.
And in the back of my Mind
Haunts thoughts of my own Demise.

But do I really want That?
Is that the only Cure?
I just can't make that Commitment,
Until I know for Sure.

So I'll awake to another Morning,
And fight through another Day.
And pray to the god I don't believe In,
That it will someday be Okay.