It's been six months.
No self inflicted pain.
Plenty of tears,
Pills down the drain.

Till scars have faded,
Still wearing sleeves,
Still being caring,
Picking up on others needs.

Cutting has stopped.
For now atleast,
But i'm not at rest,
Still not at peace.

I try to be strong.
I really do,
But everythings so difficult..
I'm lost without you.