The blade brands my skin
As the tears burn my cheeks
And my head pounds more than I can breathe.

This isn't what you think it is.
It isn't a wish for my life to end,
this is a cry for help.

Maybe,

with this final scream left
I will get someone's attention.

Someone will see,
maybe even notice me,
maybe, just maybe,
someone will stay and comfort me!

The pain of life,
the stain of sin,
is the blood that drips
down these pail white bricks.

No one seems to have the strength
to remove even one brick.
To see if I need help
or to see if I'm hurting myself.

I'll scream one more time
To see if someone hears my cry
"I'm hurting myself, I'm hurting myself!"
But no one seemed to lift an eye.

calm down
grow up
slow down
shut up
sit down
man up
blade down
head up

You
Were broken
And I spent
Countless hours
Collecting the shards
Of your shattered soul
From the impact
Of a death.
You
Were sobbing
In a heap of
Bloodied tissues
And I was there silently
Destroying evidence of
Your depression
Induced self hate
As I held you closely.
You
Were a gnarled
Garden of lost
Beauty and I
Was there to rid you
Of the invasive weeds
Happily devouring
The life in your veins
Leaving you to die.
But
I was left with
Bleeding hands from
The shards of your soul
Razors sinking in my skin
From your example of
"Release"
The weeds of depression
Strangling me and all I needed was
You.

But you never came.

-ARI

He stands with her when she's strong
She sits with him when he's weak
He's off to war. He won't be long
She'll wait for him. She's unique.