You feel lost. You feel scared, broken, confused. Not knowing who you could turn to for a listening ear. Not being able to make out words to describe it.Running from it like it will disappear once you get far enough away. But, like any other person you become weak, and you can’t run any farther. Even though you feel safe; you feel that it’s gone. As days come and go it will slowly creep up on you, getting closer and closer.
Having enough strength to turn away from the temptation of the knife, but you don’t know how much longer that inner strength will keep up. Then, in the calm of night in you room. Or, the silence