If only we could switch lives
for a day
so you could be happy.
If only I could bear your pain
for a day
so you could be free.
If only the burdens you carry
could be taken away for
a moment.
If only the fears you hide
could be burned away by
the sunrise.
If only you wouldn't cut yourself.
If only you wouldn't cry.
If only you wouldn't think of suicide.
If only. . . .
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Every day
without fail
I see another post on Pinterest
about cutting.
And my heart breaks a little each time.
I grew up in a small town.
All of my family was close by.
Life has always been good.
Not easy.
But good.
And now I'm learning about girls who are struggling.
They are hurting
and I can't do a thing
to help.
They beg younger siblings
not to end up like them.
They sink every day
into depression.
They sit alone in bathrooms
spilling their own blood.
Here I sit
in my room,
wishing I could help them somehow.
Because my heart is still breaking.
Someday it might shatter.
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If only I wasn't helpless.
If only I could put my feelings into words.
If only.
If only.