Trigger Warning: Implications of Self-Harm
A poem i made for a dear friend of mine.
# She Is A Nurse, In Life.
--
She is my friend.
She is a light to me.
She is so bright, that to her, she sees nothing.
And I am blinded, by her potential.
She is sweet.
She is broken.
She is capable.
She is hopeless.
She has potential.
But lacks inner focus.
She has a future.
But she sees no road.
She is a nurse.
She is certified.
She is a nurse.
She wants to save lives.
She is a nurse.
But does not want to save herself.
She is a nurse.
A nurse in life.
A nurse in life and a light.
She is a nurse.
Why can't she see that she is right?
She is my friend.
She is a light to me.
She has scars.
But that does not mean you can't be free.
||Your harm.||
||Your hurt.||
||Your sharp.||
||Your edge.||
||Your self-belief in destructive destiny.||
||It's not the end.||
||Why can't you see?||
||You are a nurse.||
||A nurse in life.||
||You want to save lives, but not yourself?||
It makes me angry.
It makes me passionate.
It makes me scared.
It makes me determined.
You are a nurse.
You are a nurse, a nurse in life.
||Put down the knife.||
||Put it down and listen to me.||
||Please.||
A world without you, is a worse one.
She is a nurse.
A nurse in life.
She is my friend.
She is a light to me.
Why can't she see it?
Why does she refuse to?
I will never know.
I can only pray.
Thank you, Z.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 11:46 PM UTC
Trigger Warning: Implications of Self-Harm
A poem i made for a dear friend of mine.
# She Is A Nurse, In Life.
--
She is my friend.
She is a light to me.
She is so bright, that to her, she sees nothing.
And I am blinded, by her potential.
She is sweet.
She is broken.
She is capable.
She is hopeless.
She has potential.
But lacks inner focus.
She has a future.
But she sees no road.
She is a nurse.
She is certified.
She is a nurse.
She wants to save lives.
She is a nurse.
But does not want to save herself.
She is a nurse.
A nurse in life.
A nurse in life and a light.
She is a nurse.
Why can't she see that she is right?
She is my friend.
She is a light to me.
She has scars.
But that does not mean you can't be free.
||Your harm.||
||Your hurt.||
||Your sharp.||
||Your edge.||
||Your self-belief in destructive destiny.||
||It's not the end.||
||Why can't you see?||
||You are a nurse.||
||A nurse in life.||
||You want to save lives, but not yourself?||
It makes me angry.
It makes me passionate.
It makes me scared.
It makes me determined.
You are a nurse.
You are a nurse, a nurse in life.
||Put down the knife.||
||Put it down and listen to me.||
||Please.||
A world without you, is a worse one.
She is a nurse.
A nurse in life.
She is my friend.
She is a light to me.
Why can't she see it?
Why does she refuse to?
I will never know.
I can only pray.
Thank you, Z.
Trigger warning: implications of self harm
Posting poems ive been making for around a year now. starting with this one