Self-Harm, a wound that cuts so deep,
A pain that lingers, and never does sleep.
It’s a cry for help, a silent scream,
Echoing through a soul that’s not as it seems.

It takes the light from shining eyes,
And leaves a soul that’s just not right.
It steals the laughter from a broken heart,
And tears a world apart.

But still we rise, with strength untold,
Defying the darkness that takes hold.
We gather the pieces, we stitch the seams,
And slowly, slowly, our wounds start to heal.

We find the courage to face the pain,
To heal the wounds and break the chain.
And though the scars may always show,
We stand proud, and let our light glow.

For we are survivors, of what was done,
And in our hearts, our spirit has won.
We are strong, we are brave,
And our story will always be told.

So when you see the shadow of self-harm,
Remember the fight, and the love that we’ve shown.
Remember the tears, and the laughter we’ve known,
And know that healing is never alone.