I'm almost two weeks clean,
But the blade's still sharp in my mind.
Finding help is hard,
But I think I'll be alright.

 

I don't know why this happens,
But its definitely no joke.
I've been dark places before,
So I know its not a hoax.

 

I know I should be happy,
And sometimes, I am.
But most days I'm not,
And no one understands.

 

One day I'll be happy;
I'll be carefree and sure.
My pain will be gone,
And my scars will be cured.

 

 

But until that day comes,
I'll be waiting here trying;
Helping those who're like me,
Even when I'm crying.

 

Life isn't easy,
And that, my friend, is fact.
But don't give up yet,
And keep your skin intact.

 

I found a great project,
Maybe one you should try.
Grab a marker instead,
And draw a butterfly.

 

It is hard at first,
And possibly quite weird,
But it definitely works,
So don't have any fear.

 

It's called The Butterfly Project,
And the rules are quite easy.
Just follow them close,
Even if its cheesy.

 

Life is so short,
And we don't know when its our time.
So lets make the most of it,
And help those hurting inside.

 

One day it'll be ok,
Even if you can't see it.
There are people who care,
I'll definitely admit.

 

I'm fighting this too;
The pain inside my mind.
I've put down the blade;
It's not easy you'll find.

 

But one day we'll be ok,
And this I know for sure.
Just look up for help,
And I promise it'll appear.