It's been days
As they fade
"what's that" you ask
Nothing
Nothing to see here as I escape
Brush past you unknowingly
The door slams and I
Slip
Down into it again
And again I feel
Dragging across my skin
No blood
Not here
But soon when I leave this
Place
Am I alive?
The pain tells me so
But
I forget
I'll just keep
Reassuring myself
Again and
Again
YOU ARE READING
Here I am
De Todo"Time will pass as a waterfall. Will you swim out, or flail under the stream?" •self harm •depression •anxiety •Eds •dysphoria
