The Worst Parts
Please don't leave me when you see the worst parts of me. When you see me crying myself to sleep at my night, my body rocking and twitching from my sobs. When you see me shudder in slight pleasure as I run a razor across my already scarred and cut up thighs. When you see I am not taking my meds and starving myself, not taking showers and not sleeping, please don't leave me alone with myself because at night everything is so quiet that it gets too loud and I start to overthink.