The blade cut in deep & hard,

My whole upper arm was mangled and scared.

My princess was gone taken from me,

The blood trickle out that’s all I wanted to see.

I did it to feel pain that was at first,

Not anymore more now just to fill my blood thirst.

In went her name carved into my arm,

For me at least it had quite some charm.

People in the streets often stopped to stare,

They probably thought I was crazy but I didn’t care.

My life was so grim, so dark and so empty.

Just one more cut won’t hurt I already had plenty.

My shrink had few problems with my therapy to self harm,

He didn’t treat me like a child or a Looney he was always so calm.

He always insisted I’d stop when I was ready,

On a couple of occasions he offered me a self harming teddy.

I couldn’t stick a blade in the poor bear,

No blood would come out at what would I stare?

He said one day he didn’t doubt I would stop.

He was right too this doc was top.

The blade went in one final time,

As for self harming this was the end of mine.

The blood came out but now I didn’t care,

I lost all interest I didn’t even stare.

No amount of cuts would bring my love  back,

No matter how deep or hard at my limbs I did hack.

Self harmers aren’t crazy or all that strange,

They don’t belong in asylums they aren’t deranged.

So many seem to think its attention they seek,

Then why are the places we often cut covered up you freak?

Self harming isn’t a good thing I don’t recommended it at all,

But anyone needing help can always give me a call.

Don’t look from the outside with your judgemental eyes,

It’s people like you that never hear the self harmer’s cries.

my harming is over, for others it goes on.

I hope one day yourself harming too will be gone.

The time has now come it’s the end of the rhyme,

Don’t judge a self harmer just give them time,

I’m always here should you wish to talk,

Well that’s it for me I’m off for a walk.