I don't understand
why I like you
You're nothing to me,
nothing.
Not a friend,
Foe,
Acquaintance.
You're just there
always in my thoughts;
Lingering.
You're nothing but a
Distraction.

In truth I think,
I like having you in my head
That way someone else
Can understand just how crazy it is
To have these thoughts that suffocate me.
The thought of
scars,
razors,
blood.
The lovely pain it's all caused me.

I'd like to think
Someone is right there with me.
Holding my hand.
Someone who *understands.