• Am I alive?
    Or am I dead?
    Am I together?
    Or have I been torn to shreds?
    Am I welcome?
    Or am I turned down?
    Am I smiling?
    Or am I dressed in a frown?
    Am I bleeding?
    Or am I well?
    Am I cutting?
    Or am I walking through hell?
    Is both an option?
    Because that's how I feel in your absence.
    I miss you.
    All I needed to survive was your presence.
    My life feels drained as I express my feelings on my arms.
    My feelings that cut through my skin,
    again and again.
    Won't someone just help me?
    On the outside, everything's perfect.
    But once you look deeper, and think in retrospect
    about what i've been through
    you'll feel motivated to be a friend to me
    to stop me from being dammed for eternity
    I cut myself harshly,
    reminding myself that i'm alive.
    for if i feel no pain,
    How can I survive?