A CRY FOR HELP

I’ve been awake for a while now
But I can’t bring myself to get out of bed
Because out of it, everything is so real
I’ve had the same thought on my mind

The same one since I went to bed at 2 am
And I’ve come to a conclusion, I’m screwed
I turn around and face the other side
The sun rays are trying hard to peek through my curtain.

Like they’re trying to see if there’s life in here
I raise my left hand to one of the beams of light
And look at the marks on my wrists
Marks that I’m not proud of how they got there, but are still there anyway.

I don’t know when things went south
I don’t know when I stopped trying
I don’t know when I stopped being strong
I don’t know when I stopped encouraging myself, its okay you can do this.

I’ve always been so sure about my decisions
But it seems like this time around, I’m lost
It seems like no matter how hard I’m trying, I will always go back to the place where it all began.