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The pain nobody sees Blooded arms and knuckles roughed, fingers Bleeding, scrapes and scuffs. Silent eyes that Hide so much, tongues that can't or won't Speak up
Impact signs, a forehead grazed, dried blood That marks a painful swathe. Again, the eyes Have naught to say, a lowered head that turns Away
No cry for help that one can hear, but every cut A silent tear. Cuts that come about by chance A wall, a knife, a gravel path. Impromptu scars Score tender flesh, don't think, just do it, hurt Yourself
The pain that comes from wilful hurt, stills the Demons, dulls the curse, but only for a little While for soon fresh whispers grip the mind Destructive thoughts, aggressive dreams The horrors of low self-esteem
Self-harm a refuge from this world, a cold Defence that doesn't work, A silent scream Forever hushed, the self-destruction button Pushed. No one sees and no one knows Your secret's safe or so you hope
Pain is always better shared with someone With the will to care. You might think you're On your own but that's not true pick up the Phone and soon you'll find the help you
Need to ease the pain nobody sees
© Joseph G Dawson
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