"I'm here for
you,"
"You're not
alone,"
"You'll always have
me,"
that's a lie.
When it's
2:30am
and my self loathing
claws its way
up my throat
and rips itself from my
mouth
in a silent
scream
I am
alone.
When the blade parts
my skin,
when the cuts get
deeper,
there is no
one,
I am
alone.
When the only real
thing is
the blood running down
my arms
I am
alone.
You say you're there,
but you're not.
I am
alone.