Have you ever stopped to think

That maybe these lines decorating my wrist
Were more than just a cry for help

That I wasn’t inflicting pain on myself
But trying to let the pain out

Does it hurt you to know that my issues stemmed from you
That this razor does more for me than you could ever do

I’m drowning
Drowning in fear that sits in my throat
Suffocating the lies that are bubbling up
Threatening to spill and drown all of you

This is why the scars will never disappear
This is why the storm inside my mind will never clear

You see, this is why I built my walls up with OCD
Depression, anxiety, and the constant urge to flee
I can never be who you want me to be
But I’ll try and try until all I can do is bleed

They say we stopped fearing demons under our beds
Once we realized they live in our heads
Clawing at the walls we’ve built to keep us safe

That’s the thing about building these walls
They don’t exist to keep you away
They exist to keep the demons at bay

And there is absolutely nothing you could ever do
To make me drop these walls and risk hurting you