Trigger: self harm and suicide 

I write in red

Thighs and arms

Lines and jagged lines

I go in circles

I draw in red

On my face

A big fake smile

I go backwards

I write in red

On my page

Words, words, words

To help me go forward

I draw in red

Yet again on my skin

Lines and deeper lines

Circles I go in

They draw in black

Typing on a page

Knives and words

They go blindly

They draw nothing

Hands are empty

Sitting in a row

They cry fake tears

They saw nothing

On my arms or thighs

Yet they sit there crying

For I went downwards