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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  • babyjingles1231 on Oct 6, 2009

    Wishing I read you yesterday..

    I loved this, the honest truth……. Thats how it is, and worse…..

    Thank you for your words……

  • InTheForest on Oct 6, 2009

    Having been through it… And in the process of quitting… This was actually inspirational. Definitely agreeing with babyjingles1231.

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