Hurt people hurt people

I havent found
A reason to live yet
Or even
A reason to keep going,
But i know i should.

13 years old and
Every day she goes home and
Turns her back on the world and
Takes her pain to her skin,
Her body,
Her mind.
She tells herself she is worthless
And she believes it.

7 hospitals
6 suicide attempts
5 pills a day
4 family members praying for her
3 friends hoping that for as little as
2 days she can not self harm or
1 day, she can stop but its looking
Too late.

She's fallen and cant get up,
Her plea to me from the end of the tunnel im headed down:
Turn back
Lost in the wind pulling me
Further.

Theres no light in this tunnel
And its a dead end road.
Shes lost in this pit of darkness
Too deep to be
Pulled out.

So the least i can do is
Turn back
And even with no light,
No reason to live or keep going,
Try to stumble back to the
Pinprick of hope
Somewhere in the distance.

You look in the mirror,
And shoot yourself down
With jagged daggers
Aimed straight for the ****.

You feed yourself absolute
*******
Because of what some
Pathetic
Little
*****
Told you
Lied to you about,
And maybe still do.

When the daggers hit you,
Straight in your heavy heart,
You take them to your skin
To feel the pain
Real.

You tell me that
Blood is pretty,
But i dont see it.
Only as yours falls
In teardrops on the ground
Leaving crimson stains,
Do i see how beautifully, disgustingly twisted
Your theory is.

Your mind
Is up and down,
Your heart a whirlwind of overpowering emotions,
Too fast,
Too soon.

Too much
Is how much you do it,
Id love to see those
Crimson tears not fall

drowning

slowly

sinking

fading away

into

the abyss

of darkness

desperate

to hold on

but

hope

is

not

enough




e.n

You really want it
And you're so close
you can feel it.

You're breaking through,
Breaking free of the chains
Binding you.

Its a game you're about to win,
I'll be the proud audience
Ever cheering,
rooting for you.

You're almost
Victorious

In my shattered garden
I lie and cry.
Why?
I could scrub floors
And get a sense
Of something done
A neat
Achievement
But
I get up
And stumble on
And get slapped back.
I count my blessings
Many, many.
It is no use.
Back and forth
I pace
Carrying a deep despair
Like a fretful child.
There there, despair,
There there.