Broken Smile

I sit here. I sit on my bed. I sit with my notebook and pencil.
The wind blows in, It feels good on my skin.
It feels good on my open skin. The wind blows away my tears.
It blows away all my fears. The wind opens my eyes to a new ending.
I sit here. I sit on my bed listening to the breeze. It sounds comforting and free.
I sit here writing, sit here breathing.
The sun shines in, the sun warms my body.
It feels so good on my skin, on my bleeding skin.
The sun shines, lightens up my cloudy mind.
The sun is so welcoming and happy. Im glad im sitting here.
I'm glad im sitting on my bed.
this is the moment where i finally realize I dont need my blades.
They dont make the problems go away. The problems will always stay.
So I sit here with blurry eyes, bloody wrists.... and a broken smile,
and a story that will forever go on.