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To those who cut:
Take off your bracelets and put away the blade,
You dont need music to flush away the pain,
If you need a friend,
Know one is here,
I dont care about your sin,
I just want you to smile,
Please just let me in,
Even just for a while,
I know that you feel so alone,
Even if youre always on the phone,
I know what they say hurts,
It always sinks in,
But trust me its just them,
Everything they say to you is a chance they lost to be something better,
So im telling you to turn your sadness into another person's gladness,
Show the world the beauty they miss out on,
There is so much to be discovered,
You are not one in a million you're one in trillions,
No one has seen, felt, heard or thought what you have,
So take your perspective and turn it into something new because there is always something that the world needs you to do.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
The music I hear
floats around my head
in shapes that show
the pain I’m in.

The sounds I frequent
are glued to my ears
while I bob up and down
in a crowd of myself.

The songs I sing
stream out my mouth
with words that say
I’m not alone.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
Thank you mom and dad
for not making me pray to
a God I don’t know.
  Dec 2015 Christina Cox
eileen
Can't give you my best
Because then I think
You'll leave

Can't tell you my
Weakness
Because then I
Think You'll take
Advantage

I have to hide my
Pain
So you won't laugh

I think I'll
Pretend my whole life
Christina Cox Dec 2015
Look at my body. See my body.
Do you see all the scars?

The ones from when I was a little girl
and fell off my bike,
when I picked at my chicken pox,
when I walked through home depot just a little wrong.

The ones from when I was a grown up little girl
and fell down when running in the woods,
when I picked at my pimples and scabs,
when I walked and ran into the door just a little wrong.

The ones from when I was a grown up hurt, little girl
and carved a heart into my arm,
drew a checkerboard on my thigh,
wrote words into my stomach.

Every single scar on my body tells a story.
Some are happy and playful about a little girl who liked to wear dresses.
While others are sad and depressing about a grown up girl who
felt too much pain.
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