Words of a Poet

Unscarred yet bleeding

Trigger Warning: Contains self harm discussion and depression. 

She pulls down her long sleeves in the middle of the summer

No, she doesn't cut herself but she wishes to

Imagining the devil's whispers scrawled on her skin

Hurting her self-esteem as if it could fall any further.

How can she cut, when the words she says to herself

Pierce through her brain, the voices of strangers

She isn't depressed, she doesn't cut, they say

She isn't depressed, it's just a phase, they say

Because all the silent screams that are muffled by judgement

Because who wants to speak when they are better off quiet

Because no one would even listen to heartbreaks and lament

Because those who don't starve aren't worth it, are they?

Conscience is her enemy slithering around her

Telling she is no good, she should listen to her sister

She didn't mean it, she fights back

But her conscience wins, after who is she to be the wiser?

Her friends she has none, they are faraway acquaintances

Who smile at her but what do they mean?

Are they smiling because they see her drooping shoulders?

Are they smiling because she feels that she's carrying boulders?

Is it not loneliness when you stare at the ceiling till midnight?

Is it not anguish when you stumble in an empty hall?

Is it not crying when mascara is an excuse for your puffy eyes?

Is it not depression when everything loses its fight?

So she bleeds out the words that pierce her brain

Hoping it would save somebody when she tried for herself in vain

Maybe one day people would read those words

Because one day you'll find that you are the change in this world.

A/N: To every girl, boy or transgender or out there who feels they are not worth or their problems are called phases, you are wonderful, miraculous, and worthy. You don't need to starve, or put on makeup, or go to gym five hours a day to gain some muscle to be wonderful. You are already a spectacular, living miracle capable of wonderful things to do for other spectacular people.

Sometimes friends blame themselves for not seeing the problem. Just listen. The friend may not be depressed but listening could prevent them falling into one. You might change their lives and turn that period of their lives to a semicolon. Because there are four ways to join two sentences and it doesn't have to be a full stop. 

Bye, and change lives!