Hold on, breathe.

Memories flash across my eyelids,
Blood flows like a delicate waterfall,
I had always tried to protect you,
I had always given it my all.

Every time I seen you,
I would always lose my breath,
Now I'm left broken and bleeding,
Waiting for one thing to take over: my death.

Questions pop to the surface,
Of who actually does and doesn't care,
They all tell me I'm not worthless,
But when I need someone they're never there.

Turn their heads and ignore the pain,
I'm crying on the floor,
And this poem I have written,
After slamming the bathroom door.

With water running down my body,
I bow my head and cry,
Trying to figure out where it all went wrong,
And constantly asking myself "why?"

Its been a while since I've written,
So excuse me if I'm cruel,
But this whole situation has me broken,
To them I'm just a tool.

They all see it as wrong,
I see it as an act of love,
I run the razor across my side,
And let the hot water run over it, from above.

Pain stings my side,
Reminding me that this is all real,
I'm losing track of who I am,
And there are way too many things I feel.

When I try to explain the difference,
They never understand,
Its frustrating to be alone in this,
I just want someone to hold my hand.

My beautiful blade; my best friend,
So many times it kissed my skin,
Leaving a delicate scar,
A reminder of the pain within.

No words could ever describe,
The pain and hurt I feel,
I can only hope that one day,
This will all go away and I can heal.

But my past is a huge part of me,
How can I let that go,
Its part of what has made me so strong,
And when it comes to my writing,
It is used for every emotion I show.

Holding onto a tight rope,
In desperate need of saving,
How can I even do this,
If life isn't what I'm craving?

At the end of the day when its all said and done,
And I just want to let go and leave,
I look down at my hands and tell myself,
"All you have to do is hold on, just breathe."