I drew jagged lines on my wrists and thighs.
With a blade sharper than a butter knife
Sometimes I would lay in bed all day and night, longing for a better life.
My days were a light switch, flipping from one side to another
One day I would be laughing around with my brother
And the next I would drawing jagged lines, one after the other.
Some days I recover and feel better
Some I break and crying like no other
The day’s move on and my heart aches more, when I’m wishing for something more.
Some one to save me, someone to care.
Some one to help me, someone who was always there.
It use to come in a form of a person would love me no matter how much I was torn.
Today is the day, I am four months into recovery. Not one person came to help me.
No white knight on a mighty steed, just a girl who needed to see.
That the only one to save me… Was me.