the clicks and clacks of my keyboard
and the rapid motions of ink
being dragged across page after page
move in sync with my pounding heart
and the millions of thoughts
that come with each beat's rage.
watch me as i fall into the arms of relapse,
because he was the only one who held me
after you laughed at how weird
my suicide notes were to you.
listen to the sounds of blades
scraping at my skin once more
behind a closed door, begging me
for the attention i'm never given anymore.