Every day around quarter past three, you burst into the bathroom searching for me, I get hidden by your mother while you are away, hidden, unused for most of the day, I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight, I'm the one & only thing that helps you sleep at night, I live to put scars on your wrist, I leave my mark I'm proud of this, I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips, and runs off the ends of your fingertips, what possesses humans to act like this, to scream, cry & cut their wrists, but for now, my job is clear the reason that I was brought here to relieve the pain to sit by the window and watch the rain, up until around quarter past three when you burst into the bathroom searching for me...
Happychatty1unknown, Lancashire, England UKFeb 6, 2018
Thank you for sharing this poem on the subject of self-harm something so many people are familiar with ..it is good we write and share poem on all subject
lovecanberealSydney, New South Wales AustraliaFeb 8, 2018
Hey, there all the young ones (especially girls) don't take this online life too seriously. Cutting up is not the answer. Go out there; explore - you may even find love. Tell all the trolls, and online bullies, to go to Hell. If that is all they can offer, then they are not your friends. Be Strong, exist, survive, outsmart, and rise above them!
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