TW

Always here

But always alone

Can’t find a person

Do they even know?

Even in crowds

For I feel far off

Got myself bleeding

How can I stop?

I don’t feel alive

Jokes aren’t funny

Kids still laugh

Lots of colors turn to

Muted hues

No more colors

Others don’t know

People don’t see

Quiet, please, I can’t breath

Red seeps through my sleeves

Sharp objects peirce

Trying to bring me back

Ugly scars

Vast cuts

Wondering eyes

Xtra jacket to cover my arms

You’ll never know the extent of my scars

Zoloft could help. If only I told.

(Yes i know thats not how you spell extra i didnt know what to write)