The Way You See It

I have more conversations in my head than I do in real life. I some times wish these conversations were for real.

It’s really all about who you miss two in the afternoon when you’re busy, not two in the morning when you’re lonely. 

Loneliness is dark. To cope with the loneliness, all I can think of is cutting. But the best way I find to stop the urge to cut myself is to squeeze ice in my hand. Then again, cutting is so tempting and it is only so easy for people to ask you to stop it and they would never understand how hard it is. Beating these demons, defeating them, is one of the scariest wars in life. You might know, but you don’t know my story. You see my smile, but you do not see the pain. You may see my eyes, but not my tears. You may notice my cuts, but not my scars. You can read my lips, but not my mind.

I am so tired, scared and sad because you don’t see me the way I see you. 

“You are the humming in my veins while I’m just the dust on your fingertips.”