to think
it all started when we asked
"who is the real you?"
then you became quiet, reserved, pensive
and then replied with
"where to start?"
you told us it was all a facade
the smiles, all fake
the happiness, a show
we glanced at each other, and back at you
you told us how you used cut
never a blade, only a paper clip and safety pins
because "I still kinda care about my skin"
that's when I dropped everything
and hugged you tightly
I let go and let you continue
you told us how you'd been collecting pills for while
putting them in the bag of pills under your bed
you called it "a way out"
I looked at you
you were looking down, eyes watering up.
I tell you "it's okay" and walk up to you and offer my arms
you stand up and cry into my shoulder.
I tell you "it's okay. it's okay to be you."