Where are you

I often hear these words, with a hand on my arm,
Shaking me, knocking me, a voice through a fog,
Calling my name, asking me *where are you*
It takes a moment to register, a moment to bring myself back to your world,
Bring myself back to reality,
Where was I?
I wish I could say *none of your business*
I wish I could respond *ha, nowere you would understand*
Instead I shrug, state, I don’t know, It doesn’t matter,

How can I explain where my mind takes me,
When its a corner you wouldn’t understand,
or Would you?
Many may claim too,
Yet to be some where in your mind,
whilst having been there once physically,
It’s a different world.
I forget though, what does that matter,
A bad day, struggling, is likened to standing on a bridge,
Ready to end it all, the pain is the same right,
The path to get there is the same?
So if you can get over your bad day, then I can get over this?
This is why I don’t speak, my voice is silent,
No longer do I tell you,

Where am I?

I am in my safe place,
I have gone to were I know I won’t hurt myself,
I have gone to a place where no one can hurt me,
I have gone to a moment of the edge,
I have found my comfort in the dark,

Silence echoing through my mind,
My comfort the dark warmth of nothing but oblivion,
I have found a place that pulls me into nothing,
Its a place were I know I am welcome,
The one place I am no longer judged,
The place where voices do no matter,
A room I wish I could stay for eternity,

This is where I am,
This is where I go when you ask,

*where are you*

#Iamnotafraid