what is shared between me
and my blades
is all but a secret.
late nights, alone,
blood stained fingers and
having to replace the pillow
case in the morning,
because my parents will never know
what i have started again.
and when they see the
commercials on TV,
they silently think of me.
i am not okay.
This... This is true to you?
If you'd like to scream, shoot me note. Really.
Feel free to note me if you'd ever like to talk.
If you ever need to talk, just note me; I'll listen to you. You're an amazing writer, by the way.
always, always feel free to note me if you need to talk, rant, vent, anything - i'm here for you. stay strong, sweetheart.
Very few people in this earth are truly okay.
You seem like a really private person, but I'm here if you need me.
Maybe that sounds weird, I dunno. But I know how suffering is.
And I'm willing to offer advice or an ear to listen.
This poem is amazing and I'm really sorry if that's how you feel and what you're going through...I'm here if you need to talk to someone.
I can tell, I can help.