Help me (please)

This is about a time when I thought I would never stop self harm

I'm screaming for help, the evidence is right there, placed on my wrist by a blade
And yet it seems like no one cares
A ghost I am, a ghost I will be, will there be anyone to save me?
I want to stop this addiction of self harm, but it seems everytime i look up, I've lost so much blood.
The scars are there, new ones everyday. Why can't I let them fade and not replace them with my blade?
It's seems like it's too late for me, I dont wanna cry out for help anymore, I just wanna sleep, maybe for a minute, maybe forever, could you even stop me if it was forever?
I am forgotten, I am walking alone, I am here but not there, I'm living my life in a monotone.
When will I wake? It's like that poem I read, not to long ago where the person has a paintbrush wherever they may go, to hide their selves from the secrets they don't want you to know
I'm carrying one too, I can show whatever you want me to show, I will be happy, I will be sad, I will show empathy, I will be glad, I will be mad, I will do anything to show you I'm okay. But really what does okay mean anymore? Sad? Mad? Glad? Who knows? All I know is that I'm actually not okay

Author's Note

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Depression sometimes wraps up like a clingy lover...the more you run....most they get stick to you!
This one here is relatable with that.....just wait...something or someone will surely come with helping hand😊