Brush away the tears
Cover up the scars
Can you feel your limit to this pain inching closer across your wrists?

I understand
Who you are and what you are just can't
be hidden anymore

It may seem
Like your angels and demons won't come clean
and keep on plaguing you

I've been there, done that
I don't pity the blood covering your wrists
you hold the key
not within your heart
but within your soul, the cracked thing that is wisping out of your body faster than steam from a warm cup of coffee on a winter morning

I don't really have much to say today
to the ones who felt what I have
and those who still do
except that it's your own job to heal yourself

others have the potential to help contribute to your happiness
but you are ultimately the only one who can create it

Don't let your head be filled with doubt
I really didn't feel like rhyming....
but hear me out.