Trapped by these four walls I call home

Trapped in this coffin I call my bed

Trapped in this body I call my own

When I'm alone I get so caught up in my head

 My inner demons that always win

Scars on my wrist to mark my lost battles

The sinks stained in crimson blood

I lick my wounds as I start to unravel 

The voices are so loud

The scars are so proud

Scarcely my phone buzzes from friends

As they ask how I've been

I don't reply scared of what they'll say

When trapped in the darkness I'm in

I reach to reply but my arms throb

A reminder never speak of the shackles I’m trapped  in

The ice-cold clutches grip me for the final time

As I make my way to the sink once again 

My true friends are the demons in my head

Only they know I’m hanging by a thread

I lie here on the floor surrounded by a bed of blood

through the haziness my phone lights up and slips out my hands

A flood of emotion crashes over me as I look at the name 

I see my mother's message asking “how are you” but I let it stand

The voices are getting louder 

The scars are getting prouder

Realizing my demons were not my friends but enemies 

gathering my remaining strength and reply with “help” regretting my decision 

Exhaustion grips me but now I see clearly what I have let them do to me

I lay motionless on the cold floor hoping my words rose suspicion

As I drift off to sleep never to open them again

The noise of distant sirens quickly fade with my consciousness

An already sobbing mother burst through the door as she finds it too late

Her precious daughter lie on the floor as she embraces her with tender aloofness                                          

The voices are now silent 

But the scars are so violent