My face is red
My eyes are puffy
The mascara runs down my face
I've stopped crying
But the signs are still there
My first thought
        was self-harm
To give myself something else
To think about
          to deal with
Then.
I thought of you.
Now all I want is you
      Your arms whrapped around me
Taking care of me as if I couldn't
Because...
                 I can't.
But the want, the need
              is still there.
I need you more.

Nothing else.
                       Just you.
Everything else.
                            It can wait.