“Grit your teeth
and stand the pain.
Ignore the traffic jam
within your veins.”

My dear,
why do you
torture
yourself
with these
knives and chains?
You
are worth
so much more than this.

See yourself.

Hello and Goodbye
stitched upon
your wrists.
A smile
cut
upon your lips
and
the banshee’s
mourning screams
echoing in your ears.

You write Love
over
your twisted
scars,
expecting this
to work like magic.
Expecting this facade
to make them
fade away.
Fake reassurance
leads you to believe
you
are
fine.

Far from it,
my dear.

Quit
your
naive wailing
and stand
on your own
two feet,
child.
This
is the only
chance you get
to live.

Death needs
but only a second
to take
hold
of you.

Do
not
squander
this
gift.

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