Self Injury Poemsby Melisa Steele I have cried for help for months, maybe even years, Dreaming of the day when I could wipe away the tears Feeling dazed lost and confused, Left here wandering my soul empty and abused Treading in another world but I don’t know where, Perhaps waiting for the Grimm Reaper to pay him his fare? Sensing feelings I can’t explain with dark shadows lurking in the night, Desperately searching for hope, is there any light? Looking to make my escape but I don’t know how, I don’t know what’s wrong, what do I do now? I wish somebody would help me but they can’t hear my call, Maybe I’m just destined to fall victim after all It’s eating me from the inside, feeding on the sorrow, Being prey to an emptiness that will bring no tomorrow Searching for an answer, spiraling out of control, Waiting to defeat the sadness that has taken on its toll Where is the joy I used to know, The happiness, the pride, where did it all go? I want out of here! But I’m feeling really weak, The possibilities of being saved are looking pretty meek The more I seem to struggle the chains begin to bind, It’s so disappointing that my freedom I may never find Wanting a window with the sunlight shining through, Peering out the glass to a panoramic view Waiting for that warm breeze to gently kiss my face, I hope I can gather the courage to finally leave this place. Read more about self injury and teenage cutting. You are not aloneWe also would like to pray for you and support you. So send us your prayer requests.
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