Once was the girl nobody knew,
didn’t seem to matter
to anyone at all.
My best friend were razors
or anything sharp in sight.
Constantly sitting in darkness
as I watch very close
for the silhouette of lose blood.
A tear escaped my eye,
then another.
Wanted to stop more than anything,
asking myself “why”.
Because I knew in my heart
that I deserved better.
To be happy
and discourage be-befriending
anything that can cut.
Pushed myself hard,
once wasn’t enough.
I just had to try…..
Now I’m clean for the past year
and couldn’t be any better!
Lucid Dreamer 