I've hidden the pain and torment
That I secretly put myself through.
I've covered the blood, cuts, and scars,
that I wish for you not to see.
Some have known, while others have no clue.
But for some reason, today I am thru.
Today I feel no need for self-harm,
and each day that goes by
the temptation grows smaller.
It's weird how one day you long to die,
and the next you want nothing but to breathe.
I may get upset, and even cry myself to sleep,
but I resist when reaching for the knife.
I have finally realized that cuts solve nothing.
Cuts create murals of my pain.
My mural is finished.
