To write love on her arms.

Inspired by TWLOHA association.

She sits in a corner. 

So overwhelmed

So consumed. 

By the awful life she can't take control of. 

Across her arms. 

there are scattered scars. 

She catches her breath. 

But it's involuntary.

She wants to stop the breathing all together. 

I want to tell her to start breathing. 

To just stop the bleeding. 

The razor blade slides across her wrists. 

She gasps in pleasure and stares in bliss. 

The blood trickles down slowly. 

So she cuts more fiercely. 

The blood starts to soak into her clothes. 

It drips in ever which way. 

She looks as if she'll faint. 

I grab her arms and close her fists. 

The razor blade drops.

The blood still drips. 

She looks up to me with eyes that hold soul. 

They scream help me. 

And thats what I want to do more than anything. 

Help her. 

If I could someone change those scars. 

and turn each slash,

each gash

in to love. 

I would. 

I throw the blade away. 

Calm her. 

And tell her it will all be okay. 

She listens intently. 

I tell her of stories. 

Of when I was like her. 

So broken,

so alone.

And I speak not of sorrow, but of hope. 

She seems to understand. 

And takes my hand. 

I breathe trust into her. 

And friendship soon blooms. 

The scars soon stop. 

Her withdraws fade.

All thats left is a past. 

One she'll never relapse into. 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is so beautifully expressive.. of the pain and loneliness so many go through.. and of the hope that one life can bring. Please consider sending this to the TWLOHA association! Excellent, moving write!