I always share my scars with you,
so that you do not feel it too.
Feeling like you are all alone,
abandoned and then on your own.
The pain, it drove me to madness,
the blade, it drove me to sadness.
Still fighting for me, but you too,
I don’t know what else I can do.
Feeling better, but still quite sick,
for now, poetry, does the trick.
I find that I reach to others,
all are my sisters and brothers.
Share with me your pain and your hurt,
let me help you out of the dirt.
I was there, I know how it feels.
Wish I could say time always heals.
Know that this stranger he loves you,
know that this love is nothing new.
It’s hard, but put it on the shelf.
You are loved, please don’t hurt yourself.