Change
We change every day
In even the smallest way
Some look the same as when they were young
The same pictures where they stick out their tongue
Others go through a different change
For you see, not their appearances, but their mental health does in fact range
Bi-polar, depression, suicidal thoughts
I know, I truly do, that my mind has begun to rot
Pills on the desk, a razor to the wrist
I begin to write my list
I’m sorry dad, I’m sorry mum
I’m sorry for all I’ve done
I’m sorry to my heart for hurting this way
I’m sorry to but this is a good day
I’m sorry to as well the my friends
But you’ll soon be happy without me, for this is the end
Pills popped, or wrists slashed
Maybe even a car crash
Whatever way it happens tonight
I want you to know, I tried with all my might
(2013)
