There's a point,
After all the crying
And hurting,
Of numbness.
It's kind of peaceful,
But it's also really
Scary.
I sit there
Pondering all the ways I could hurt myself,
Reading the labels on the bottles in the bathroom,
Wondering if any of it
Could **** me.
I'm not suicidal.
But for a moment there,
I ******* scared myself.