"I'm here for you,"
"You're not alone,"
"You'll always have me,"
that's a lie.
When it's 2:30am
and my self loathing claws its way
up my throat
and rips itself from my mouth
in a silent scream
I am alone.
When the blade parts my skin,
when the cuts get deeper,
there is no one,
I am alone.
When the only real thing is
the blood running down my arms
I am alone.
You say you're there, but you're not.
I am alone.