Once I thought there's no point in getting out of bed.
So what if I bled.
I didn't even bother to look in the mirror.
Not going to see my true self any clearer.
I convinced myself that people would move on,
If I were gone.
I would cry and cry for no reason.
Not being able to function has a real beating.
My scars tell stories I wish I could forget.
When people look at them it makes me sweat.
But know there is a reason for getting out of bed.
And not having those terrible thoughts in my head.
I met this amazing person.
That stopped all the hurting.
We will be with each other until the end.
Her names Sophia, and she's my best friend.