This morning I woke up
Stomach in a knot
My eyes adjust to the light in the room
I raise my hands to my face
I noticed my wrists as I do

I feel angry at myself

“I am fine, I don’t need any help
There are worse than I come on it’s been ages since I last cried”

I feel embarrassed, ashamed and full of regret
I hide the pain sketched onto my wrists
I try to forget that it exists

I tell no one about what I have done
I don’t need the help
The battle has been won