Dear, you.

Every morning you wake,
With regrets for the day.
Tears form the same,
And they decide to stay.

You feel you’re broken,
And there’s nothing to do.
Except slit your wrists,
And know the pain is true.

Every day is the same,
Filled with pain and sorrow.
Yet, no matter how little -
You hold hope for tomorrow.

So erase the memories,
And they wont have to stay.
Tomorrow you can crumble,
Just be brave for today.

How can they know?
if they never knew
How can they help?
when they don’t know what to say
How can they be angry?
when they don’t know the reason why
How can they call me selfish?
if its not selfish at all
How can they call me a coward?
when i face this everyday