How many nights do I dream of suicide?
As many mornings as I awake wishing I’d actually died.
How many scars have you cut into my arm?
As many promises you’ve made protecting me from harm.
How many of my thoughts are bitter and hateful?
As many of your words accuse me of being ungrateful.
How many breakdowns have I suffered since last spring?
As many lonely hours were spent just remembering.
How many tissues have I gone through recently?
As many working eyes there are that aren’t blind but don’t see.
How many tears shed feel so alone?
As many times as eleven has stolen my phone.
How many days do I dream of ending it then and there?
More than there are people in the world who would actually care.