im not mental, i swear. im just slowly dying in a world that never wanted me here.

you watch the tears fall from my eyes, see my crimsom blood spill.

they hear my screams, and no one cares. they see my pain and walk away.

im not insane promise, i just have agony.

suicidal thoughts, suicidal dreams, mental fantasies,

that things would be better off without me.

i pick up that razor and begin to cry.

strong arms wrap around me,

a gentle boy is with me.

dont do it, he says. dont let them win.

you are stronger than this. you are better than them.

i put the blade away, and hug him.

now i know that im supposed to be here.

because i can feel and survive.