How is this possible?

I let the crimson run

down my arm

just to make sure

I’m still alive.

Can’t pick of the pieces

of myself

I am fallen

I am torn

And with all of these scars,

will you still save me from myself?

It hurt when you were here

more when you left.

I was so lost,

and all you did

was try and find me.

I wasn’t to thank you

but I don’t know how

I am lost

I am wrong

And even with all these scars

will you still save me from myself?

I’ve never felt

so torn,

I’m in the dark

all over again.

When I push you away

it’s not your fault.

So don’t run now.

I promise I’ll get better.

I am broken

I am alone

and even with all of these scars,

will you still save me from myself?

All I want is to be saved…