dont do it

you place the blades to your wrist again,

the blood begins to pool,

you think your family will never be whole

and you wittness oppression at school.

 

but you only want someone to see,

you only want someone to listen!

so you do everything you can,

even if you get negative attention

 

but there is hope! 

the voices screaming in your head, screaming in your home,

screaming in the world around you,

will someday cease

and you will be overwhelmed with peace

 

but that day won't come any quicker

if you keep making your wrists cry red,

so please stop thinking about putting

your beautiful life to an end.

 

~r.f.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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