There is no way to explain the dark call of the blade,
To those who’ve never heard it.
There is no way to express how it feels to balance on the edge,
To sway in the wind of the end,
To someone whose never climbed that peak,
Or fallen from the ledge.

All there is,
Is to keep climbing,
Fighting for every breath of air,
Every day,
Week,
Month,
Year,
Is a victory in itself.

Some of us will move past it,
Some of us will fall,
All we can do is hold on to one another,
And carry one another through it all.

SI is self-harm,
But IS
Is
I SURVIVED.