This empty feeling darkens,

I've felt this, past, before.

The hurt me inside, inside my head,

Please listen, I implore;

I will not hurt myself again,

The time for that is done

But, I admit, my dearest friend,

I have not seen the sun.

I have fallen too many times,

From my selfish throne.

You threatened me with words of hurt,

So much, I felt alone.

The evil silver whispers,

The relief calls my name.

I promise not to fall again,

The raised pink lines; my shame.

I promised to get better,

A promise I will keep.

It's been said, time and time again:

Life is something you should keep.