They harm themselves from day to day
For pain that will not go away
Is it in their arms or in their legs?
No, this pain is in their heads.
From eons past, a different time
Someone, something, messed with their minds
A cry for help, or just a ruse
To seek attention or confuse,
Those who love them most of all.
I feel their pain, I hear their call,
But, will these words make them stall
From that act that is a shame,
But, for which they’re not to blame.
I sympathise with their plight
Still, this does not make it right
To harm themselves, to break the skin
When they hear that Spectre from within,
The choice is theirs, Ignore, Give In?
I’d confine it to a deeper vault
Which would be its last
Surround it there with Love and Hope
Through which it cannot pass
Turn the key, throw it away
Begin a better life that day
Still, who am I to complain?
To ponder, wonder or explain
Those who do this as a test
Like the flagellation in Davinci’s Code…
Should I be Judge, or Confessor?
Am I a cut above the rest?
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A factual poem, written after reading a poem from a young girl who willing cut herself…
I did reply to her, but see said she would never change…
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