These cuts, these bruises in time shall heal,
Nothing overrides the pain one can feel.
The scars on our hearts are harder to hide,
Nor the guilty pleasure knowing we tried.

Scars arent meant to be pretty,
They represent a life nothing but ******.
They represent our suffering and pain,
When the blade runs so shall it rain.

Dont take my words to heart,
My words arent the painful part.
Put down the blade and think this through,
There are those out there who care for you.

This isnt the way, this isnt an option,
You act as though the world put you up for adoption.
Hear me now, know even I a stranger care,
Find the one thing you alone hold dear.

Repeat what it is that brings you joy,
Your life is meaningful and not some old toy.
I perhaps am not your savior this time round,
But I wish not see more blood spilt upon the ground.

We are human, we withstand an extent,
Look at yourself and see your potent'.
Let the blade go, your fists subside,
Its enough to have let it out and cried.

You are perfect
You are unique
You mean something
You deserve better
You are strong enough to go on
You are *you