*TRIGGER WARNING*

"I'm here for you."

"You're not alone."

"You can always talk to me."

Lies.

When it's 2:30a.m.

And self- loathing claws its way

up my throat,

I am at my weakest.

Sadness rips its way out my mouth.

In the form of silent tears.

I am alone.

When the blade cuts my skin

And the cuts get deeper

I'm silently begging for help.

But no one is there to save me.

I am alone.

My resentment only multiplies

I grow to hate myself.

My last hope slowly

inches away.

I am alone.

The only real thing is

my tears, and the blood

trickling down my arms.

You say you are there for me,

but you're not.

I am alone.