Safe

I’m not convinced that anyone understands me Maybe not even myself I sleep until noon, zone out until night Then grab my little blade and bleed until the tears come I miss being in treatment Surrounded by staff and patients who get it Each with their own story but all fighting similar demons In treatment my voice is heard and my struggles are addressed I am watched and cared for all day, everyday I miss that sense of security So here I am Again on the quest to lose weight To starve in hopes that it’ll open people’s eyes I want them to understand I want to feel secure And I want happiness I don’t know what that’s like I wonder if I ever will