• Maybe if we were closer,
    Maybe not so far apart.
    Maybe if you saw me for me,
    And not for what you've been told.

    Maybe if you knew,
    Just how much I cared.
    Maybe if you payed attention,
    And not just ignored the signs.

    Maybe, what if, perhaps.
    I guess it's too late now.
    Sitting on the edge of the bathtub,
    Razor in my hand.

    My sleeves are both pulled back,
    The scars are numerous.
    Criss-crossing this and that,
    The memories, the pain.

    Another slice from the razor,
    Another stream of blood.
    Leaking slowly from my arm,
    A heavy sigh of relief.

    The pain is slowly draining,
    My emotions leak right out,
    I lean against the wall,
    until all the blood runs out.

    I stash the razor in a drawer,
    and pull my sleeves back down.
    I square my shoulders, take a breath,
    and head back out the door.

    No one knows the pain I'm in,
    The demons I must face.
    Why no one wants to hear my pleas,
    I guess I'll never know.