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This poem I wrote...I was a little depressed yes...but I was also stressed too.It's kind of a funny poem to me bc how it goes from being depressing to being kind of happy in the end...but whatever.

My lonely blade touches my skin.

The cold blade pulls down my arm.

Red line is left in a straight line down.

The blood that runs down my arm tells me I'm still alive.

The pain that I feel tell me I'm not numb.

Oh so many times I've wantedto be numb.

So many times I've never wanted to feel.

But you've always been there to stop me.

Why do you care?

Why can't you just let me go?

You just hold me back and say it's because you care.

But if you loved me you'd let me do this.

But you wont.

Maybe you do care.

Maybe you do love me.

You throw away the blade and hand me an ice cube.

You do care for me.

It's been 6.7 months since the last time I've picked up that blade.

I'm all strong because you're here with me.

Because you refuse to let me go.

As you hold me tight in your warm loving arms.

I hear you whisper those simply words that make my heart melt for you,

"I love you...I'll never let you fall."

Tears are running down my cheeks now.

Tears I refuse to let you see.

But you feel them anyways.

How can one human being be make me feel so good and safe?

I guess I'll never know.

But I'll always know you'll always be here for me.

No matter what gets in our way.