you look at me
and you praise me
for being
so strong.
you don't know
how weak
i truly am.
in the confines
of my bedroom
the floors
are flooded
with my saltwater tears
and the razor blade
glistens at me
from across
the room,
taunting me
to draw my blood
on my wrists,
and the screams
in my head
bring me
to my knees
and i can't
i can't
i can't do this
anymore.
but you keep
hanging these metals
around my neck
and they're
so
****
heavy.
i'm not strong
i'm weak
i'm weak
i'm weak
so
****
weak