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Sky Jul 2018
There is
a pane
of glass,
standing upright
and surrounded
by several different people.

A large hammer
is swinging
repeatedly
into the glass,
cracking it
more
and
more
over time.

Eventually,
the glass
s
       h
    a
          t
  t    e
           r
      s
        ,
and the pieces fly
and hit the surrounding people,
causing wounds big and small.

The people stumble
and cry
and they wonder why
they could not see the cracks in the glass.
They wonder
if they could have stopped it
sooner.

But it's too late now,
and now they all bleed,
and now they all cry,
and some of them may die -

Because no one saw
the cracks in the glass.
I thought of this interesting metaphor for suicide today...
Sky Jul 2018
She is a vibrant being,
radiating color and life,
Until the tears start flowing,
and wash the color away.
Sky Jul 2018
Is it really possible that
I could be hiding
a vicious monster
under this bright smile?

Yes.
Sky Jul 2018
I've got scratches on my shoulder,
and cuts on my thigh;
One came from love,
the other from self-hate.
Sky Jul 2018
I found a flower today
in a bed of dead soil;
The only flower growing,
defying the harsh weather.
I stroked its petals,
I whispered to it softly;
"I am proud of you
for surviving and being you."
  Jun 2018 Sky
Semicolon
There's more to suicide than what we think it is.
It's not just unanswered questions,
sometimes, it's unasked ones.
For all those out there who self harm, please don't do it. Please don't do it, for me. For your family, for your friends, for all those who care, for yourself. You're not alone in this, trust me❤
For all those out there who are battling self harm, I'm so proud of you, keep going. I love
you, and I'm always here for you if you need me❤
For all those out there who help people that self harm, you're doing a great job. You're beautiful and you're going amazing❤
For all those out there who know people that self harm, please help them out. Tell them they're brave. Tell them they're not alone. Tell them you care. Tell them you love them. Give them your hand, they need it❤

©Semicolon
Sky Jun 2018
My room smells like
spaghetti
in a peaceful meadow.
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