Written Wrists

I know you've seen them.

Why didn't you say anything ?

Were you afraid ?

I needed you to notice.

I needed you to tell me that it's okay that everything is going to be fine even if it's not and comfort me.

But you didn't.Why?

Jen said that I should imagine the pen as my blade and the paper as my wrist.

I did and everything I wrote was like reading a suicide note.

So Deep and so Real

I even winced as I tried to understand what it all meant .

Sometimes I wonder why I even bothered .

Why I let people in?!

Why I care too much ?!when they leave.

Why My heart shatters and all the pieces scatter when they do ?!

And guess who has to mend them back together?

ME !.I do!!

And I start to lose myself to the dark pit I've now named home

The only place that's got me when I have no one else even my shadow to turn to not

It's just me and this dark haven I call home

All alone ...