Remembering the Past

Haunting memories
Of long ago
Hidden scars
That'll never show

When I think of the time
And I think of the place
I'm reminded of when
I first fell from grace

I took the knife
And pressed it to my skin
I drew it across my arm
Wanting never to feel again

I smiled insanely
As the blood spilled out
All the way to the floor
Like a never-ending fount

I liked the way it felt
The pain, self-inflicted
And how it told of unspoken grief
The story on my arm, depicted

Things just got worse from there
And I stopped eating
Then one night I popped some pills
And I almost stopped breathing

That brings me to where I am today
An insecure, unselfconfident mess
I don't even know who I am anymore
But my friends and family know me even less

If I had just spoken up and said something
Then maybe my life wouldn't be such a mess
So to all of you out there who are like me,
My honest plea to you is this:

Find someone who you can trust
And tell them you have something to say
You can tell them frankly or furtively
It doesn't really matter which way

Open up your heart to them
Reveal yourself for them to see
Let them know who you really are
Before your life ceases to be