I stand in the kitchen.
There they are so shiny and sharp
I could easily grab and cut,
But something stops me
I just fall on the floor crying.
My eyes turn to the pill cabinet,
But I still can't be convinced
A glance at the bags,
But still no desire
What else is there?
My mom is stressing me out
Megan is gone
Progress moves slowly
So why can't I cut or try to kill myself?
Do I want help?
Do I have hope?
What is keeping me safe?
Is is Sarah?
Is it my family and friends
Or is it just me?
Do I really want to get better?
Well, maybe I do.
It just means so much
That I must go through it
I must look up, full of courage
I must never give up, No Never