Hey you, yes you, the one with the razor in your hand and tears in your eyes. I hope this reached you on time.
Don't drag the blade across your wrists, legs, hips, or tummy.
Hey you, yes you, the one with the pills in your hands and death on your mind. I hope this reached you in time.
Don't swallow those pills. I actually care
Hey you, yes you, the one with the rope around your neck and vodka on your breath. I hope this reached you in time.
Don't jump, don't hop, just stop. Remove the rope, climb off the chair. I care.
Hey you, yes you, with the horrid past and a bright future. I'm glad this reached you in time
Now you see that I care
YOU ARE READING
self harm and depression
PoetryThis book is things I wrote. Most are about self harm depression and suicide but some aren't.
