65. 21/2/15 (#61)
Plastic and Gold
Typing on a dying phone,
As I tried to go one step further than before,
As friend after friend wouldn't tell me,
How to use the blade that,
And glistened with shattered tears,
As even the one who loves me refused to let me bleed,
Saying that if I,
And hurt myself so would she,
And faded as I realised what I was doing,
I felt only:
Regret, fear, love and thankfulness,
For a lump of plastic and gold in my hands that gave me the chance to find hope.
Author's Note: A huge thank you to everyone who stopped me from doing what I wanted last night, I should have listened to you all sooner than I did.
I can't say enough how grateful I am for what you all did.