tw self harm, suicide



no one's coming to save you


you're going to mark red on your wrist

no one will know


you're going to beg to give up your life

no one will care


you're going to wither until all you are is a shell

no one will notice


they're not coming to save you

they don't care

they won't ask about the scars

they won't know you no longer cry

they don't want to see your pain


no one's coming

they won't save you if you try

I am slowly sinking
Deep and deeper
Into a ocean of thoughts
And you stand at the surface
And watch me drown.

there’s all the people that say “i’m suicidal”

but it’s only a select few that have been kneeling, crying in the bathroom with a knife in a pool of blood.

Death is coming out of me
Every memory of pain and mourning

I’m bursting with light

Despite the dark I’ll come forth with
Roaring hope and fulfilled longing