Thank You

Cutting was my expression of everything
No one would listen to the words I was saying
Even after i began screaming them
So I began carving lines into myself
To keep tally of all the insignificant songs I sung
What I never realized is that you were there all along
Trying to show me you were there
Listening to every word I was trying to say
To release all of the pain
Wrapping me in bandages while I slept
So that I would survive
And live to see another day
And I had never realize you were there
For the longest time I thought I was alone in this
But you were right beside me
Taking all the drugs and blades from me
Trying to save me from my self
And as I sit here
And stare at the many scars on my left wrist
I am thankful for you
And for the fact that I have these scars
Because it means that I am alive
I am wanted in this world and I am loved
But I never would have known that
If it wasn't for you

Reviews

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Immediately upon reading this poem there is an urgency to continue breathlessly.
I love poems and pretty words just like the next person.
But the words mean so much more when they have meaning like
in this poem.
Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our own pain that we do not realize that things are not as bad as they seem and we forget that the people around us do care.
The issue of cutting oneself is curious to me. I have heard that many do it in order to create a pain to cover a deeper one up.
As long a people are choosing this as a mode of therapy it needs to be conversed.
Good work!