No more nights with knives

Another self-harm related thing about my past. Just one of those things we all write when we feel really low but also want to help others.

When I was a child

I drew on my skin with a pen

As I got older

I made plenty of straight lines

With the edge of a knife

One cut to forget

One to remember

Blood filled with regret

On this thirteenth of November 

Another barrage of cuts to mark a dark day

When they did not stay

Later I realized

Through broken eyes

That these cuts did not change a thing

Undo the lies

So I stopped using the knife

Though I still struggle every night

Just to feel alive

Just know that no matter how bad it gets

Whenever it feels like you will not win

Hurting yourself

Will never help 

Reviews

[Wajiha Nayeem]

absolutely nice to read....i could feel the emotions here..keep writing.

[JordanJF]

I absolutely adore this piece. I love your theme, as well as the way that you express yourself throughout these poems. Very well done.