You don't trust yourself,
You don't trust your hands as they fumble with the bottle of pills,
Usually afraid you will take too many, now afraid the even these can't pull you out of this world.
This world filled with poison and broken opportunities,
Broken hearts,
Broken soul,
And a broken you,
This void space pulls you inside until you can't breath
Until you can't see
And until you can't hear
But your feeling? Oh they were numb anyway!
You almost couldn't tell the difference between your suffocated forms emotion and your,supposedly, normal forms,
Hands claw at your neck and they aren't only yours,
A sweaty palm smashes against your face as it turns towards the mirror,
The mirror of self loathe,
You see all the times they called you names,
Yet you also see the times you did the same,
All the times you called yourself pathetic,
You abuse yourself,
Both mentally and physically,
You cut your body,
trying to get it to be absolutely "perfect",
Sculpting it just to find it ruined,
During all this you fail to realise
That you are already perfect
Your mind works faster than a rocket,
Your untrustworthy hands are capable of wonders,
You are unaware of the lives you could save if you become a doctor,
The beauty you can bring to the world if you become an artist,
The future you can built if you pursue engineering,
The happiness you can get if you just reach out for your dreams,
And not end yourself,
Don't throw yourself ,
In this heartbreaking finish,
But you still drove recklessly,
Its like your car named life crashed against a dead end,
A dead end yet you weren't dead?
You were hurt, injured, bleeding crying for help,
But no one bothered,
No one bothered because there was no broken glass next to you,
No solid evidence of any bad thing happening,
There was only a broken you,
With your broken soul and your shattered heart,
It was only you who tried to help,
Only you to love yourself,
But I guess one wasn't enough,
The invisible scars weren't enough,
They weren't enough so you added more,
You took blades and sliced your arms up,
Blood dripped from your cuts as you tried to regain your breath,
But all you got was ignorance,
All you had was that sharp blade,
But when you tried to show it to them,
They just didn't believe you,
They said "Oh young child! You don't actually know what its like" or "You're fine, stop being so over dramatic",
And your thoughts scream through your mind,
"Trust me the drama will be over soon, along with me"
You scream till your hearts content,
Yet your mind refuses to accept,
So that suffocated scream remains in you,
Just like your bruised soul,
Broken heart,
And the broken you,
And I know because your bruised soul is my own,
Your broken heart belongs to me,
The broken you is the broken me.
