'Just A Phase'

Don't worry, its just a phase,
A creation of the mind.
It's not real.
It's all inside your head, little one.
You get up every morning,
Drag yourself away from the safety of your room,
Walk barefoot into the corridor, praying your parents are asleep.
As you tip-toe to the kitchen, your heart starts to beat faster.
The medical cupboard, despite being white, has a dark sense to it.
It slides open without a sound.
The only sound you hear is your breathing, long breaths become shorter.
You grab the bandage.
Back in your room, you being to wrap the bandage around your chest.
You feel your breath being cut off, your back hurt.
You wince.
You're at the final bit of the stretchy material.
You tuck it in.
You feel your mind collapse as you sit alone on the bus. Pictures Of You by The Cure, being blasted into your ears as you cry silently.
No one understands it.
Neither do you,
Beautiful boy.
Stay strong.