Attempt

i think the poem itself tells all, not much that i can really say about this one

Dazed, i fall back as once more waves of pain wash over my body, like the tides, so predictably rolling into the shore.

My mind screams out in silence, as out comes the knife that will surely once again send me to play on the steps of deaths door.

A voice speaks inside, begging me to put the blade away, and tears begin to blind my pain, as i realize the voice is my own.

Undeniable reason from long ago, from back when i could smile, and back when i could laugh, and before i felt so alone.