"I'm here for you."
"You're not alone."
"You will always have me."
Fucking bullshit.
When it's 2:30 A.M.
And my self loathing claws it's 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 are there...but you are not.
I am alone.
-A.M.
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