This is for you
that deals with self harm.
This is for you
who has to watch their
best friend, daughter, son, or lover
deal
with self harm.
This is for the boy or girl
or man or woman,
the ****
or the quiet one,
the girl who wears too much eye makeup
or the girl who doesn't wear enough.
This is for
whoever you are
wherever you are
if the thought or the sickly desire
to harm your own
precious
delicate skin
has ever
for a second
crossed your mind.
This is for the ones like me
the ones that promise themselves
"it will help"
"I will be okay"
but deep down
they know
it wont
and I wont.
This is for the nights
and the days
and the empty smiles
and the swallowed laughs
and the times in which
you may have carved
****** letters
into your skin because
that is all you feel you amount to
or maybe it's just lines
or swollen bumps that last
much longer
because words can not describe
what you have seen
and heard
and felt
and what
you
have
become.
This is for you
for her
for him
this is for all the future children
or teenagers
or full grown adults
that will someday choose their weapon
to defeat
themselves.
I am not going to tell you it gets better.
I am not going to say that God is the answer.
I am not going to confess
my whole life story
and end it on a happy note.
But I do know that
through the tears
and cuts
and burns
and constant suicidal thoughts
there will be smiles
and laughs
and hugs
and even nights that feel as if they couldn't get any
better.
And sometimes,
even if only sometimes,
those smiles will be genuine
those laughs will be never-ending
the hugs full of love
and those nights, those nights
they will get better.
I do not know
if WE will get better
and if maybe someday
we might not want to
harm ourselves again
but I do know
that there will be better days
and moments
that are completely
worth
living for.
I don't know where this came from - somewhere within my mind.