Why is it okay,

That your life wastes away,

Straight down the drain,

From the depths of a bottle?

But if a knife ever dares,

To help ease my cares,

A label is pasted,

And I get sent to a shrink.

I know that you're stressed,

But I am also upset,

So why is your way to deal,

So much better than mine?

Your method to deal,

To not let you feel,

Hurts not just you,

But could kill someone else.

My release is just mine,

A secret in time,

No one else has to know,

My wrists won't ever tell.