And who do I turn to
when I feel this way
I don’t want to scare anyone
don’t want attention for this
don’t want you to feel bad for me, your pity, or your sympathy
don’t even want myself to bleed
I take full blame and responsibility
and constantly wonder how it has come to this
people tell me I can’t expect anyone to care for me
if I don’t care for myself first
But my question is,
How can I care for myself if no one else does?
I know I have friends, and they are greatly appreciated
but I still keep telling myself I don’t fit in
so here I sit outside with my CD player
And the most important piece of paper to me
(for it has saved my life many times)
wondering who can I turn to?
I can’t let the guys see me like this,
As I look at the blue pen on my wrist
I wonder again how this can be sane
I cry for help, but no one sees my tears
The water is the only liquid coming out of me today,
But no release is like a bright red scream*
Am I such a baby I need to be watched 24/7
How am I going to be a stay at home dad,
When I can’t even spend one hour alone?
And “I don’t know how I’ll feel tomorrow… tomorrow…
And I don’t know what to say,
Tomorrow… Tomorrow… is a different day,
Tomorrow it may change”.**
*A Bright Red Scream - self-mutilation and the language of pain
by, Marilee Strong
**Tomorrow, by Avirl Lavigne
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