Sometimes
when I'm lying awake at night
on an air mattress of a pull out couch
not sleeping because of the weight
of why i'm here in the first place.
I cry.

the tears stream directly onto the pillow
pulling off old remnants of eyeliner
and mascara
Dirtying the pillow

I cry because
I am alone

alone

alone fearing the darkness
what it brings
and if it will find me
the darkness
I spent so much of my life in...

The darkness I fought so hard
                                                       To get away from...

And I'm still fighting

go ahead and cry.
cry in your bed.
hold a pillow against yourself and cry.
stare at the razor on your pillow.
go ahead and stare.
swear and curse at everyone who's done you wrong.
cry for everyone who's done you wrong.
hold the razor between your fingers.
cry as you hold the razor between your fingers.
scratch the surface of your skin with the sliver of metal.
bleed over the pillow and create a puddle.
go ahead and bleed.
cry for the blood you spill.
bleed for everyone who's done you wrong.
go ahead.
cry. stare. bleed.
repeat. go ahead. stay there and lie very still.
feel the bed shift.
feel an arm wrap around your shaking self.
see a hand take the razor blade out of your own.
see the razor blade and the arm disappear out of sight.
see the arm curl back around you once again.
the kisses on your face and neck.
the voice of reassurance.
"dont worry, babe. im not going anywhere. f* everyone else. im never leaving you behind. i love you."

i love you too.

too bad i couldn't tell if that was the voice of reality's angel of my mind's devil.

laying in my bed
and I want to cry
I want to cry in my pillow
until my eyes die
I want to cry
but I don't know why