Pacing the bathroom-
wondering what can I do?
Looking for a way,
a way to harm,
a way to feel anything but pain.

Punching the concrete walls,
scraping my knuckles on the drains,
and scratching my wrists with my nails.

The voices grew louder and louder,
telling me of my deepest fears,
worries,
and regrets.

The shadows crept over me,
leaving me in the dark,
alone,
scared,
and draining the life from me.