Leave a Message For _____

Here I stand

Hovering over my phone

While blurred vision blurs my thoughts and yet they still fall

Like tears

Onto the screen.

“Honey, quick! Grab a pen—

it appears i’m dissociating again”

Here I am

With nothing to live for but nothing to really kill me either

Because you make me not want to want death

And yet every knife you pull

Out from my hands ends up cutting me anyways

Not because you did anything wrong

But because I want it to

My heart pounds in my ears

Everything is silent and it’s deafening.

And here I lay

With knots in my hair

And I can't even blink

An inch to me is a mile

It takes so much effort to smile

And you’re so far out of reach

But you still stand here

And lay your chin on my head

And for a second I forget

What all the voices just said