They say the first is the hardest,
The first line.
Then you slide down,
One becomes two,
Two becomes four,
And four becomes eight.
The pain isn't bad,
But the shame is terrible.
Everyday hiding them,
Scared of what they will say.
So more lines are drawn,
And the cycle continues.

I remember laughing,
Hanging out with friends,
Falling in love.
Things we're supposed to do

The laughter starts to disappear,
The friends all left,
Love becomes a foreign concept.
Things that happen.

It all starts to blend together,
Numbness replaces all emotion.
And you lie awake at night,
With a mirror and a blade.

At the sight of red,
The knife goes away.
No pain, no tears,
Just numbness.

Friendship,
A bond between two people,
Support for each other,
An ear to listen,
A voice to advise,
A shoulder to cry on.
A mark that may fade,
But never disappears.

Shaking 10,000 feet up,
Terrified of every bump.
I realized,
It was a rough start,
But it will smooth out.
It always does.