I lay in bed
Watching a beautiful sunrise...

There's this thing about cutting,
When you're doing it- it feels amazing...

It didn't just appear out of nowhere,
It took years of triggers to come out...

Her smile was once so bright.
It shined through all the death and anguish...

For most of my life
I was considered...

I am not
okay...

No phones
no pens...

Why did I have to find it?
Hiding in the bathroom drawer...

I found you
lying on the bathroom floor...

She takes out the blade
Not strong enough to bear...

I try
to keep myself...

I'm just struggling
Struggling to smile...