23:28

 I don't have a lot of happy poems.

 I write poetry when the mood takes me, and since I have depression, that mood is usually pretty sad, angry, or despairing.

 A distressing number of them revolve around self harm.

 This is far from the worst of those ones.

 The worst seems like a charming little stanza, right up until the last line. I find it jarring, and I'm the one who wrote it.

 I feel like this one, in contrast, is an accurate picture of how I felt at that moment in time.

 Hence the title.

23:28

                   Knives in the drawer

  Pills on the table   

     And me

          Sitting at the kitchen island

          Feeling sad

  And oh so tired