The blood fell from their arms,
Tears down their cheeks,
Why would they do this.

Simple,
Their mind,
What a trickster it is.

Your not good enough,
Unloved,
Trash,
Each word cutting deeper than a blade.

Each cut is a simble,
A simble of pain,
Remorse,
Guilt.

Sometimes they cant ask for help,
So we stay with them,
Thick and thin,
Good and bad,
Day and night.

They need you,
you need them.

Stay safe,
Stay positive.

You are loved,
Cared for,
Needed.

We all need someone,
Dont be afraid,
Dont drown,
Grab that hand,
And get to land.

The blade is not the killer,
Nor is it you,
Or the people around,
Its the voices you choose to listen to.

(156 words Honestly thought of this while reading fan fiction so im ok I promise but if someone needs help please do what you can to help have a good day/afternoon/night love y'all good bye)