i once knew a boy who talked with his fists but during classes he scratched at his wrists i didnt understand i never knew why so i chose to help this guy
he didnt like me he made that clear a punch to my chest didnt shed a tear i bandaged his wounds gave them a kiss i pulled my sleeves up showed him my wrist
he didnt look away he did the same bandaged me up and apologies came he told me he loved me then went away never seen him again to this very day
if a person hurts you dont take it too far their unkind words stem from a scar bandage them up share your own wound maybe they need help they could get it from you.
-s
a poem for a lost boy hope you read it one day yours, harry (now sunny)