I went there to hide,
to hide from the voices,
the thoughts.
I went there to cry,
without having to deal with the pity,
the pity from people who don't understand.
Frozen,
staring at the tiled wall,
with a razor in my hand.
Wondering,
Is it worth it? ,
Is it worth all the pain,
or am I just out of my mind?
Staring at the wall,
as my eyes started to blur,
I noticed tears,
tear by tear,
they streamed down my face,
each tear resembling the sadness that had taken over my body.
