hurt
he wants to stop
but he can’t
he is addicted to it.
he’s “fine” when he’s with
someone
its just.
when they leave
and the door
closes
the feeling of loneliness
seeps through the cracks of the door
reaches up and grabs him
taking over his mind
controlling him
using him
hurting him
breaking him
till nothing is l
e
f
t
but
blood soaked sheets
and
tear stained pillows
and a shaky hand
resting a
bloody blade
on his
bedside table
with a broken heart full of broken promises
and a doctor’s appointment card ripped up on the floor.