The cool crisp evening air
We sit on a metal bench
Feel the wind blow through our hair
I look at her, feel the warmth of her skin
She no longer talks anymore
She stopped eating
She finally let depression win
Her eyes stare into the unknown
She couldn't handle the constant rejection and teasing
So into the river, she threw her phone
I grabbed her hand that's quickly turning cold
The slits in her wrist create a puddle
the blood turns brown as it gets old
The color in her face continues to go
She begins to shivers as she gets more cold
I look into her eyes
Soon her soul will be no more
She whispers softly....I tried
I hug her tightly and reply ....I know

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived