If you have ever faked a smile
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Broken down
Turned away from your “friends”
Been bullied
Been stereotyped
Tortured yourself over an error
Hated yourself…
Wished,
Dreamed,
Lost,
Died inside,
Feared.
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
If you
NEVER
Give
Up.
Secrets are things that people won't tell,
Despite the greatest truths
Hidden within them.
Secrets are things that people lie to
Cover up,
In fear of you finding out what's
Real.
Sweetie, here are a few secrets
That I feel must be shared,
Because they've been kept for
Far
Too
Long.
You are beautiful. You are stronger than your weaknesses.
You are unique. You are different. You are perfect.
You are not defined by your sadness, nor are you defined by the stereotypes.
You are not broken, despite the the scars and missing pieces.
You are powerful.
Wonderful.
Marvelous.
You are a fighter.
And, darling,
I know no one has whispered
These t
I'll let the blood run and flow
I'll watch the scars grow and grow
I know inside I'll never be free
And that this life is made for me
I'll hide the blades and knives and scars
I'll please everyone and be happy for a while
But when will they realise?
When will they know?
I want to die,
I want to be gone.
Hide the blade
Beneath the clothes,
Run
Run to be alone
In the silence
Where only the blade remains.
Cut before you change your mind
Let the adrenaline run
You've done it
The relief is uncontrollable.
Blood, beading along the lines
You smile
Tears
They fall down your face
The pressure is gone,
But what remains is guilt
All that effort,
Wasted,
You're worthless,
To find pleasure from this pain.
You've relapsed.
Who can help you?
Your boyfriend thinks you're selfish.
Your family thinks it's attention seeking.
Your sister, your dear sweet sister,
She cares too much it would kill her.
Who can help you now?
No one.
You've relapsed.
You're a