I didn't know what those two first cuts would to do my life and the people who I surround myself with.
I wasn't aware how those two first cuts would make me feel and how it would make others feel.
I had no clue what those two first cuts would lead to and what impact it would make on my life.
I just didn't know.
I was hurt. Badly.
Somedays I felt like taking a gun to my head and blowing my brains out
The pain was a reapeating nightmare that would never go away
Those first two cuts changed my entire life
What seem so simple and harmless turn into something more evil then what words can express
Because you see... I didn't end it right there
I told myself never again would I take a blade to my wrist
That was my last time
But it was never my last time
Months afterwards as the nightmares increase
I pick up that blade and without much thought.. gracefully pressed it againist my skin
There was never much blood
Enough to peep through the cut and say hello to my teary face
It took months for most of my scars to heal
Because sometimes a band aid can't always fix a open battle wound
I didn't know what those first two cuts would do to my life
But I did know something
I knew it was wrong even though I did it anyways
I knew once I did it there was no going back
And I also knew I wasn't alone
People all around have suffered just like you and me
The amount of people who have opened up to me regarding their stories after hearing mine
Absolutely takes my breath away
You see..
We are our own type of beautiful
We are beautiful because of our strength to carry on
We are beautiful because we rise even if we suffer from the hands of others
We are beautiful because we choose to swallow our pain and wipe our tears
No very many people have the ability to do that
We might keep secrets
And a closet full of long sweaters
But our stories aren't over
We still have many words to share
I didn't know what those first two cuts would do
But now I know that those first two cuts have given me a reason
To speak out loud for all to hear
To inspire and motivate others who share the same disease
And don't get me wrong..
Some days are still rough and temptation is all around
However, I will rise
I will rise
Because I know I can
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Broken Crayons Still Color
PoetryA series of poems covering topics such as love, family, depression, anxiety, self harm, and so much more. Goal: to spread awareness and touch the lives of those who have suffer from the hands of others or struggle mentally. Because broken crayons st...