"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.