Self-Harm
Huddled crying masses
Bodies fallen to the floor
Here’s the world that she lives in
The world behind closed doors
They each have their secrets
Yet a secret that they all share
The pain of life made manifest
In bruises and pulled hair
And some they have gone farther
Than any one cares to see
Drowning in the river
Of blood that they each have set free
This place it makes them sisters
This place it makes them friends
This place its constant torture
Their problems never end
A common man may glimpse upon
the problems that they face
But never would he journey to
Set foot upon this place
This place where tears are halted
By the slicing of the skin
the place where they're all desperate
Use a razor, needle, pin
No matter what they try and do
We still cannot escape
And others will not reach their hand
For fear that it will break
Depression is the master here
With daily sacrifice
Of blood and anger pouring forth
Self-hate, a deadly vice
Though lonely as they tend to be
The secrets make them one
Together they will over come
This hate before they are done
Yet the blood that they spill wont hurt them
Nor the bruises, Nor the pain
For they are all strong
Their courage far from plain
Yes she knows she is strong enough
To hurt herself again
This most vicious of all cycles
We will never see the end
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