Dear little scribbler,
This piece is for you
Always remember,
You are the best, that's true

You may have a hard time to compose,
Poetries or a prose
Relax and let your imagination wander,
Think, let your brain ponder

If you're not known, never relinquish
Your works will be distinguished
Allow your wings to spread,
Your ink, let it shed

Dear little scribbler,
Lift your dreams up high
Their judgements never matter,
Do not stop, always try.

It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.