"I'm here for you."
"You're not alone."
"You'll always have me."
Freaking bullshit.
When it's 2.30 AM, and my self loathing claws it's way up my throat, and rips itself from my mouth in a silent scream,
I'm alone.
When the blade parts my skin, and the cuts get deeper, there is no one.
I'm alone.
When the only real thing, is the blood dripping down my arm,
I am alone.
You say you are there, but you're not.
I'm alone.