Invisible

Hope saves me

I’m
curled
up
on
the
bathroom
floor.

Crying.
Red eyes.
Runny nose.

Sobbing
drowned out
by the
pounding of
the shower.

Help me someone!
God,
anyone

please.

The razor is hovering over my wrist.

I’m used to pain.
I could so easily

cut, cut, cut

break veins
and
bleed away.

I throw it away.
It falls to the ground
and I curl up even tighter.

Why don’t I just die?
What’s keeping me
here?