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.