what kind of hero will you be?

Stormy dark and lonely. Nothing can come between that. People say I need a hero but I think they’re wrong. I know I can take care of myself. I just hate people who think I can’t but they should know I can.

Sitting alone in the dark forest with poems and paper flying everywhere. Nothing looks bright. The moon shines through the broken hearts and the darken trees. Scary sounds coming from every deletion while the owls sing. Smelling the blood that drips from my arms. I hear screaming all around me but I don’t know where it is coming from. I don’t know what I should do. Maybe people were right maybe I do need a hero. No no no no I don’t need one I’m just fine.

Hours and hours have passed and I still hear the sounds of the night. I look at a picture of me and you. I start to cry and I start to drop. I taste the blood dripping from my mouth. I see the pool of blood in front of me. I don’t know what I did or how I did it.

Razors and knifes everywhere. Used and bloody I smell them. I’m wondering why I did that. Why do I feel so much pain and why do I feel so sad. Maybe I do need a hero. No. why am I thinking like this. I shouldn’t need a hero or anything. Why I mean why.

I sit there and think. I think about what I am doing and I think about why I am doing this. Why? I turn to look at the sun rising in the darken forest. I look at my cuts and think it's time to stop with all of this. I am not only hurting myself I am hurting everyone around me. But I don’t care I never did. This is my body and my feelings no one else. They can just suck it up and leave me alone. They just can go!

Walking towards the deepest part of the forest I see an old broken stump and decided to go sit on it. Thinking and wondering.  I didn’t know what to think about or what to say to myself. I barely knew how to not trip over everything including thin air.  I still didn’t know how to even say those big words like complicated or inspiring.  So how would I even know how to stop what I am doing or be a “hero” to myself? Mumbling words that no one could hear I finally said “I have to stop”.


I start to walk out with pride knowing I just saved myself. I am a hero to myself. OMG I am a hero to myself. I can’t believe it. I walk to my best friend ever and smile and tell her what I have done. she smiles back and gives me a big hug of happiness and joy. I went to bed that night dreaming of the best day of my life.