I see the scars upon your wrist
and I know that the visible
is divisible, by the ones you hide more often
the ones on your thighs, on the inside
of lips, where teeth have softened
I know your grief and the need to feel pain
but could you stop, refrain
for just a moment, in the time that remains
It hurts, oh god, how it hurts
the emotions that feed upon your brain
but you don't have to cut so young
you haven't become
an adult that is riddled with just as much pain.
Have you ever buried your own child?
Do you know that pain?
Have you been made redundant from your job?
Are your kids asking for money, while eating leftovers?
Now, there's a reason to feel insane
Have you been in a car accident
and couldn't get a wheelchair or surgery, for another year
or two
Have you had a child out of wedlock?
Apparently rapists are fathers too!

I'm not saying that what you are feeling
is invalid and regardless of age
but harming yourself, when so young
negates your ability to weather the storms
that will inevitably come your way