All alone, trapped inside a hole that only I fit inside

Gasping as the blade touches flesh, the blood suffocating me

Rising higher and higher not to lower like a tide, 

Thats when one knows they're dying 

 

The questions on why you self harm, why you wear long sleeves in hot weather,

Yet no one seems to see

Self harm isn't immature, it isn't 'for cowards' 

But to be you need someone to be there

 

Someone to hold them tight as tears rock them like the ocean on the nights that they hate themselves

Someone to be themselves around, to talk about themselves to

Someone to be there for is what they need 

That will say what needs to be said 

 

That is the greatest tool for someone like me, 

Someone who took those scars and forgot about them

Someone who rose from the hole of self loathing that they shouldn't be in,

Someone who belongs

Someone who can now make a joke

Someone who can now laugh

Someone who is now happy

Someone who is here