As I sit alone in the corner, I think of how bad my life seems,
I remember the times you've showed yourself, but only in my dreams,
I think of how you would sound and smell then how you would feel,
But then comes the realisation, that truly, you're just not real.
I restrain to dig at my skin, knowing things will get better from then,
So intead I just close my eyes, I start to count back from ten,
I count down from ten to one,
When I open my eyes wide again, I think, with this, I am done.
However bad life seems inside your mind and thoughts,
Or whenever you're feeling upset and distraught,
Just remember there's always a better way with coping,
Because all around you there's people just hoping,
To see you the very next day
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Very, very true! Keep writing, nessy x