The Last Day.

"Today will be a good day",

That’s what you repeat to yourself,

It proves you wrong every day, 

But you wish there is some hope left. 

"I will recover from this" 

You try to make it better, 

The voice inside you says you won’t be missed, 

Horrible thoughts come to your mind,

Blood dripping from your hands, 

Happiness seems like you’ll never find.

  

"Maybe you should talk with someone" 

But then again the voice says you will be bothersome,

Scratches prominent on your arms, 

And then you know there’s no way out.

 

Despite some days, you will be calm 

The storm comes when least expected,

 And you fall to what seems the only thing your hands can grasp. 

The escape is momentary, unhealthy as hell,

But for a moment it makes you feel well,

You need to keep it to yourself.

 

"You don’t want to be a bother", 

Says the voice again, 

You need to escape, but you don’t know-how,

There is only one way left.

"Today is a good day",

You say to yourself,

The last letter is written.

When you get home, you smile even when you’re torn,

"Everything is done for me", 

You should not mourn, 

That was the only way 

And those were her last words.

Written by: Juliana Restrepo Step 10

Edited by : Natalia Rojas Step 11