Reflections of a Struggling Soul

Find Hope

The cold metal slices through my skin like butter

The pain brings a calming release, even as I mutter

I know all too well the mistake I have made

That one cut is never enough for my blade

I swallow my feelings, hidden so well

I hide behind the physical infliction and never tell

Because my blood seeps out the words I can't say

I won't burden them with my dismay

The tears mix with crimson, a silent display

Of the anguish inside that won’t fade away

In this moment of quiet, I find some control

Even though each cut carves a deeper hole

But with every scar, a story unfolds

Of battles fought within, the struggle it holds

I long for a way to mend and to heal

To break free from the pain that I feel

To speak the words that lie in my heart

To find a new way, a fresh start

For the strength to reach out, seek the light

And to find hope in the darkest night