To ThundersRose.....

"Yesterday"

I looked into your pictures.
Looked right through those eyes.
I see pain is what you suffer.
Now I cannot stop to cry.
Girl, I feel almost near your ache.
I'm holding on, nearly gonna break.
It hurt my soul to see your art of scars.
I never thought such precious soul would go that far.
You've pressed the blade within your skin,
More than 30 times,
And I know each cut that’s made,
Shows severe pain you feel inside.
You’re really headed out that door,
No one's there to pick your soul up from the floor...
I wish I could save you, from your world of hell.
But I realized I cannot, I'm being ruined myself.
I'm a cutter, but have never replenished my arm.
We've both committed sins,
For those that don’t know, it’s called, “Self-Harm”.
ThundersRose, I’m sorry you feel the way you do.
I’m sorry cuttings become your addicting tool.
You’ve let it become your best friend.
I’m sorry you want your life to end….