In the depths of despair, where silence reigns,
A soul in turmoil, tangled in chains.
The pain within, a burden to bear,
But self-harm whispers, offering care.
Scars depict the battles once fought,
Each mark a testament, lessons taught.
Yet in their shadows, they seem to hide,
The silent struggles, too heavy to confide.
But listen closely, to the beating heart,
It yearns for healing, for a fresh start.
Self-harm may offer solace, but it's not the cure,
For in its wake, the pain does endure.
Each scar tells a story, of pain and strife,
But there's strength in seeking a different life.
Reach out for help, let the light shine through,
For healing begins when you choose to pursue.
You're not alone in this battle, dear friend,
There are hands to hold you, hearts to mend.
Let love be your shield, let hope be your guide,
For there's beauty in healing, on the other side.
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Tales of a Heart
PoezjaA heart is such an organ which not only pump blood it's an organ which takes u up on difficult situations
