"I'm here for you." "You're not alone." "You'll always have me."
Well that is no where near true.
When it's 2:30 am and my self loathing claws it's way up to 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 your not.
I am alone....
