To all the self harmers I know, You are loved even on your worst of days. You will have scars. Your friends will worry when you show up with red marks on your arms and legs. Children will ask questions. Just remember please, it is all because they are worried about you. To all the ex self harmers I know, I've been there too. The days you face become more and more difficult like a heavy weight as you search for a way to cope and breathe freely once more, But You will make it out of this. You are powerful. Your scars will fade. To all the the people who have self harmed, Your stories will never go away. But your stories will end. To self harm, It's time to move on and stop claiming wrists as friends.
Despite all the errors I make in my poems I find myself struggling to take a break. Tragically, I am the type of person who loves feedback so here is another poem.