The Relapse.

Laying in a bed.
Wondering what it'd be like if you were dead.
Not really sad, just kinda in a bad, spot.
A rough patch that leaves you in shock.
It won't matter, it's just a few cuts.
Oops, look who forgot.
You've got to see the doc, you have a few days, tops.
Googling how to hide it, your mind is so divided.
Just tryin to be "okay" again.
Fat chance.
Twisting and turning not knowing who to confide in.
You dive in, to music.
Afraid that you'll upset the people you love most.
But, it was just a few cuts.
Cuts that you hadn't done for months.
All that time wasted.
You feel like you are wasted, space.
It's okay, they say it's just a relapse.
Oh, but it's not.
UnderTheSleeves UnderTheSleeves
18-21, F
Nov 29, 2015