One...Two...Three...Four
watch the blood drip down on the floor
looking at her savior, the trusty blade
that comes each time she wants the pain to go away

She looked at her arm and saw the cuts she made
the numb feeling she longed for began to fade
looking in the mirror at her own reflection
what she saw was ugliness, weakness, less than perfection

In one swift motion she grabbed her blade and sliced
Five...Six...
her eyes were transfixed
then she got the feeling again
Seven....Eight...
they were full of such hate
with cuts so deep
she let out a small weep

she couldn't believe this is what it came to
In the back of her mind she knew what she had to do
Nine.....Ten...
Here's to hoping that this is the end.....

Sometimes it's hard to disregard
My feelings and emotions.
My head fills up with thoughts
And it feels like I'm drowning
In a sea of nothingness but
At the same time
I'm experiencing everything all at once.

I start to feel the sadness
creeping in my head,
Not far behind, you will find
anger and dread. Along comes
Doubt, unyielding and stout,
Then happiness comes out to play,
No one knows what they're doing,
I feel like spewing just to get the feelings out.

"We are all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide is not the answer"

And I
Was so stuck
On my own
Little
Problems
That I totally
Missed
That you were
Suicidal
Too.