It's easier to hide...
It's easier to lay awake at night...
It's the thing that could **** me,
but i keep going cause it makes me high...
There once was a time
when a razor blade was my only friend...
there once was a time
where i would watch my blood,
afraid of nothing.... feeling nothing...


i was nothing


But then I met him.... and her.... and my brother....
They showed me that i don't need to slice into my own skin and watch my blood flow to be happy. They pressed my wounds, stopped the bleeding, stopped the tears, stopped the ugly thought, the bad things, before they consumed me again.

He kisses my scars.... saying that they where beautiful, like me...
She reminds me it's not the end of the world... because it isn't
my brother has my back, no matter what..... he kept me alive for years

i


am


not


alone


...