Crying these silent tear.
Hiding in shame.
My ex says All I do is hurt people and maybe that’s  my personal game.
Hurting people.
I don’t even try but then again I’m a monster.
That was never a lie.
Thinking on my past.
The blade it calls me near.
Cut yourself, Cut yourself it screams.
I stand here.
I hold the blade in my hand.
Wondering what to do?
Do I listen to the voice or walk away true.
 I see blood around me but I have not done it once.
I haven’t placed it on my skin.
Carving  away the thoughts.
I sit on the floor staring at it again.
Remembering how good it felt and all of a sudden it end.
The blood all around me it disappears from sight.
Now all I’m left to do is stare at the shiny blade. Right?
I look around the room seeing all these faces.
Their watching me. Staring at it too. Bryanna don’t do it They scream. Which one do I choose.
 It’s only my choice.
No one can make it for me.
I walk away from the blade.
My hands empty.
No blood , No cuts to prove that it was used but these thoughts never leave.
I know that’s  true.
The blade is always here, even in the back of my mind.
 Sometimes I think the world is better off without me and I know think that’s a lie.
A lot of people care for me.
They love me to death it’s true.
But If  I have so much of these why do I wanna  continue?
 Continue to hurt myself.
I might die in the end.
But as long as their here it won’t happen.