THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING! Mentions of self harm and suicide attempts!!

You stayed up till midnight
You were exhausted the next day.
You couldn't stand the thought of one more cut, one more drop, or one more message.
Yet on the inside, you weren't okay.
You were dying- or maybe- you were dead.
No, not dead, although you tried to do that to yourself, you couldn't go through.
But heaven forbid someone else do the things you do.

This poem was inspired by me trying to help others, and telling them never to hurt themselves and to get help, when I was attempting suicide and doing everything they were.