The title seems awfully blunt, but this is a poem of love and recovery for the broken-spirited. If anyone you know, or you yourself, are seeking help to quit self-injury, this poem may have personal meaning to you. To anyone not directly involved in such a situation, this poem will provide insight into a barely known, but serious, topic. Hopefully it will also provide inspiration.
She seems so happy, so joyful, always with a smile
Nobody would ever suspect she’s been fooling us for a while
Tears shed only alone in the dark, no one to see her pain
Emotions building up, they would think her insane
No escape in sight, only deception and despair
She needs a release, she can’t find one anywhere
Her pain hidden from everyone she knows,
No one has a clue, anywhere she goes
She doesn’t have to feel this way, she’s blessed beyond belief
But no one ever took the time to tell her, now she seeks relief
Family, friends, she can’t trust them to understand
All she needs is an outstretched hand
But no one’s there to offer the love and hope she needs
No one there in her heart to plant the seeds
Instead it’s slowly overgrown with weeds
It doesn’t make sense anymore, this thing called life,
Too long she’s endured the pain and strife,
Now she must find relief in a knife.
It goes on for months behind closed doors
While in view of everyone else she soars
They don’t know who she really is inside
This monster so ugly it has to hide
Her release, it keeps her sane,
Pain can only be relieved through pain
It becomes an addiction slowly first, faster later
Eating away at her heart like a hungry gator
She tries to stop it, trap it in a cage,
In her journal, another ripped page.
She can’t do it on her own, she fails
Hammered into her heart, more nails
It doesn’t help as much, the cuts get deeper
The cliff she’s going down, it gets steeper
She tries to slow down but she’s lost control
Plummeting deeper into the blackest hole
She struggles, prays, looks for a light
Tries to stop with all her might
Her own strength can’t save her now
She knows she must quit, but how?
Dimly at first, a light shines through
Revealing what she knows to be true
A voice calls down,
“Trust and believe, and you will be found.”
Then she opens her eyes,
and begins to realize,
This is not the end of her story. There is still hope.
Others share her story, she is never alone.
One friend at a time, her trust comes back
She’s no longer alone, there is no lack
Taking life one day at a time
Appreciating the value of every nickel and dime
She was never really alone, only in her soul
And now working to fill that hole
Her pain no longer hides beneath the clothes she wears
She’s found someone who genuinely cares
Quitting’s not easy, the scars don’t dissapear
But no longer does she have to hide every tear
Love flows all around her life,
she gave away her knife,
Love covers every scar,
Especially the ones on her heart.
Relief no longer comes through a knife,
But through all the love in her life.
Life can be like a fire, spreading every ember
We frequently find ourselves in a constant fall
But we must always remember
Amor Omnia Vincit- Love Conquers All
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