Getting Better (The Journey)

(breathe in, breathe out.)
I wake up in a small room
alone, yet not.
Is this a nightmare or reality?
I look at my wrists, at those fading scars.
I can handle another day.
I already know
that it will not be easy.
But…
I am strong.
Strong enough to let go
and let the razor drop
down to the floor.
Strong enough to call
a friend
instead of reaching
for metal bliss.
I wake up in my small room
and one thought
fills my mind.
I am free.
(breathe in, breathe out.)