Cry

I'm not sure if you are going to see this, but this poem is about two people whom I know. They are incredible human beings, and though I haven't met them in person, I love them. Alyssa and Joe, you are amazing.

Cry

Tears roll down your beautiful face,
And your hand grips the sharp cold blade.
You’re hurting on the inside,
And it’s time to make it happen on the outside, too.
You slide the blade across your wrist,
And watch the blood trickle out of the new cut.
The sting somehow felt good,
It satisfied your anger.
You slide it across your bloody wrist,
Again and again and again.
You think to yourself,
Horrid thoughts.
You say that you deserve pain,
And you say that you’re terrible.
But you’re not.
You are beautiful,
In your own special way.
Why cause such an amazing creation
such scars and pain?
You are stronger than that,
My dear.
Life is a bloody battle,
And it often doesn’t seem worth it.
But I promise you,
It is.
You have to wait out the storm,
To see the rainbows view.
And when you see it,
You will finally accept you.

The End

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