This is so freaking true. You're always there for me in the sunlight, when I'm smiling and laughing, but when the sun goes down, you leave. At 2am, I wake up crying, the self hatred growing in my stomach until I can't take it anymore, and I run to the bathroom. Where are you when I drag a blade across my skin, ripping my own flesh apart. Where are you when I take those pills or load that gun? Asleep. Oblivious to the fact that I'm contemplating suicide. I'm alone. As always.