Cringe Poetry

Cut

their story told with a pocket knife
telling a tale of their strife
blood as ink
we need to think

"it's an epidemic"
you make me sick
"it's taboo"
with that attitude what can we do

they're in pain
knives blood-stained
crying out
stuck in self-doubt

"they just want attention"
if they do they draw attention
feeling alive at their core
feeling the control they strive for

love comes first
they're at their worst
despite what they say
help save the day

be the person
a shoulder to cry on
help them quit
to leave the abysmal pit

shine a light
on the darkest night
a life you've saved
a path you've paved

watch the scars fade
put down your blade