If it weren't for the way
She talked to me
I would stay
To live and see
If I ever get to
A stable place
Of independence
Even if at my own pace
If it weren't for the things
She yelled in frustration
Suicide may not
Be such a temptation
"Why did I have
To be punished with you"
Well what am I
Supposed to do
If she hadn't told me
I'm ruining her life
Across my arms
I may not use this knife
Even though
She's calm right now
I've heard what she thinks
Of me anyhow
If I only had
A word for all of this
To relate this to something else
Something else as amiss
And the only reason
Things are different today
Is because I've drifted
Far away
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Blue Armbands
PoetryBlue Armbands is a collection of poems themed around the struggles of a mentally ill person.