he sits in the shower
pools of blood at his sides
the water washing away his tears
along with the crimson liquid pouring from his wrists.
he hates who he is.
a fuck up
a let down
and he wonders if he will hold on till the day
when he can look at a knife without thinking about his self abuse.
she lies curled on the floor
wrapped around a toilet
sobbing into her elbows
cloths about the floor
her hair pulled back
she feels like a blob of fat
the overwhelming need to starve envelops her
but she wishes for the day to come
where she can eat a whole meal
without being told by the voices in her head
that she needs to get it out.
he shows her his scars
she shows him her bones
together,they make a pact
that they will hold on to the hope
that the day will come one day
she holds her baby girl for the first time
he softly kisses them both on the head
and neither know that they're thinking the same thing.
that the choice to hold on
to love each other when they couldn't love themselves
was the best
they'd ever make