i'm unable to breathe
and she's just lying there
i don't know what to do
i'm just so scared
now i'm sitting on the couch
a stranger holding on to me
i can't stop crying
tell me it's just a dream
a week goes by so fast
why won't time slow down?
everyone's gathered to say goodbye
i think i'm starting to drown
i think it's been a month now
or has it been two?
time is moving too fast
no matter what i do
one pair of scissors
one small scar
time slows down
i won't go too far
people ask if i'm okay
and i say that i am
it's all a lie
but i couldn't give a ****
i know it isn't right
to cry myself to sleep
but since she died
a step is like a leap
cutting into myself
and watching blood run
is the only thing stopping me
from coming undone
maybe i should stop
and find another way
it takes hundreds of cuts
to make me feel okay
i stop for a little while
i don't want to die
but i go back to the blade
to stop the tears i cry
three years on
it's still too hard
i'm still afraid
of going to far
i can't stop now
i can't live without it
maybe i'm addicted
just one more hit
i'm not getting better
i want to run away
after three and a half years
i should be okay
i've tried to get help
but i still can't breathe
it's like i'm under water
- still no air for me
i fight as hard as i can
each and every day
to be who they see
- a girl who's okay
sometimes depression takes it's toll
it shakes me to the core
and i find that
i don't want to live anymore
i guess i'll keep going
suicide isn't fair
i know there are people
who love, me and care
i'm still not fixed
my story's not over yet
hopefully all the things i've done
won't fill me with regret.
so this is the story of how i ended up depressed and of my battle with self-harm. i did still struggle for a little bit after i wrote this poem and those of you who've read my poem "a suicide note" may recall that i developed an eating disorder as well. i'm alot better now, and i guess this poem demonstrates just how devastating loss can be.