What happens?

What happens when I need someone,
To stop the spilling of blood?
What happens when I need someone,
To wipe away these tears?
And what am I supposed to do,
When they hand me the blade?
What do I do,
When they push it to my wrist?
How do I respond,
To their horrible words?
And how do I smile,
Despite the pain inside?
I've lost myself.
I can't keep fighting,
And yet I can't give up.
Give me inspiration.
Give me hope
One
Two
Three
More lines of poetry
One
Two
Three
More antidepressants
Four
Five
Six
More years of therapy
Seven
Eight
Nine
More pills
One
Two
Three
More texts
Asking me if I'm alive.
Help
I'm lost.