It's 3am and I'm staring at the moon because I know you are too.
It's 12pm and I'm looking at the clouds because I know you are too.
It's 9pm and I'm trying to remember how we used to be
because I know you are too.

I asked when you will love me
you answered
"tomorrow"
Then I remembered
tomorrow never comes

These wrists are unfinished,
Not torn
And not cut.
A slice here,
And a slice there,
Now decorated with blood.

I wish I could be happy
Without pills
And without therapy
But I can't
And I never will be

The clock struck
                11:11
                       And I wished
                                         For you

Recovery is like the light at the end of the tunnel.
Everyone talks about it but I have never see it myself.
Maybe it only happens to people who get close enough to death.
Maybe I have to try harder.