Reaching For The Blade Poem by Brianna Wilkinson

Falling away.
You can see me, but I am not really here.
CAN you see me?
my body may be here,
but my mind is elsewhere.
I've been dead, I am gone.
But do you know how long?
Has it been seconds, minutes.....
try MONTHS
I haven't been 'here' for months.
Have you noticed?
My mind wanders.
It's like looking through a screen,
depressions setting in.....
NOT again.
The scars are fading,
but there so hard to hide.
I'm not reaching for the blade,
but its right here by my side......