Alone.

It's how I always feel.

No friends.

No confidants.

Just me and my self-harm.

It started as a way to feel, a way to hurt, a way to deal.

A blade.

My choice.

Ice cold steel.

Drug across my tender flesh.

It was so easy.

Again.

Again.

Scarlet.

Crimson.

Red.

Never deep enough to kill.

For that I don't possess the will.

Years I delt, I sliced, I felt.

I WANT TO DIE!

I WANT TO DIE!

I can't.

Too afaid to try.

To afraid to die.

Still alone as time passes.

School is done.

No more classes.

No more vipers to haunt my days.

Except my pitch black mind.

A new friend.

Smoke.

Black and choking.

My other friend, my cold sharp friend, cast aside for another.

Cigarettes.

Smooth and hot like fire.

Now I hide my pain in plain site.

Taunting those around me.

I'VE WON!

i've won.

but at what cost...

alone

i'ts how i always feel

no friends

no confidants

just me and my self-harm