Blood trickles down the skin,
A release from pain within.
Sharp blades and broken glass,
The scars are hard to surpass.
It's not just physical harm,
But a way to feel some calm.
Emotions too much to bear,
Cutting seems like the only care.
But there is hope for healing,
And a way to stop the feeling.
Reach out for help and support,
There's a brighter life to sort.
The wounds may fade with time,
But the strength will always shine.
You're not defined by your past,
Healing starts with love at last.
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Ghappy's Not-So-Secret Diary
AcakI write my thoughts here. Only when I remember Wattpad exists. TWs included in work.
