Finally the relapse I knew would happen happened,
And it was worse than it had been in a while.
Past all the cuts, scars, bruises, and burns
I still tried my very best to smile.
Wiping away my tears, I hoped nobody would see
That I was actually a poor, fragile girl whose head was full of dreams.
Slowly I drew the blade over and over again,
As my head began to whirl and my mind began to spin.
Knowing if I didn't stop now
I wouldn't stop at all,
So I put down the razor blade,
Hoping he'll catch me when I fall.
