“Breath you are not drowning,” they say, but what if you feel suffocated?

What if everything is overwhelming and you cannot handle it anymore?

What if reality cuts deeper than the blade on my wrist

Oh, and what if the blade makes more sense than reality?

What if the blood I shed is just a reflection of the pain that lies deep within me

What if self-harming is the only thing that makes sense?

What if drinking sleeping pills make sense when insomnia hits very deep?

What if the things I do are a way of self-destruction and a way of conquering my impure thoughts?