Relapse

Today.

Today was horrible.

The young lady was being self-destructive again.

She sobbed quietly in her room,

Still trying to calm her heart from shattering into pieces over and over again.

It looked like everything had caught up to her that it was too overwhelming to breathe.

She felt so feeble with everything.

She thought that her heart was shaking out off her chest to end it all at once.

Cut and bleed, She thinks

Should I do it? She says

Would it hurt less? She thinks again

She knew it was never okay to succumb to these kind of lethal thoughts

But maybe, just maybe,

It will go away for awhile if she did

But the marks, she says

The scars of the aftermath

They will never be gone

Just like the grief of losing herself

She gasps for air.

In her mind she was slowly deteriorating.

Stop, she softly whispers

The night was long and dark

The young lady fell from exhaustion

Young lady, young lady,

I hope you dream of happiness.

I wish to fight the pain for you.

So you do not hurt yourself anymore.