“you’re what makes me want to change things.
i would die just to live and yet we all live to die.”
- blessthefall, higinia

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i believe in Hope,
and the power of Healing.

when scars were rubbed raw,
i looked out to a moonless night,
abandoned of stars but filled with clouds.

and i painted such memories across wrists and
forearms. blood dripping from self-inflicted wounds,
covering the floor, seeping into the carpet, and
soaking in the towels, mixing with water in the drain.

(i wrote a suicide note before entering
the bathroom with a knife in hand.
oh, wouldn’t you like to know?)

then there was Hope and Healing.
and i opened from the cocoon,
shedding broken and scarred skin,
yet there was still blood, dripping
from ankles, forming words i often
find myself choking on (as bile rose
in the back of my throat, burning.)

and words eternal left me sobbing,
broken and bleeding i tried to run away.
but i am embraced in Love from and
by the One who will never leave me.

i could never forget the tears,
the years of bleeding, sobbing
from inside the closet as razors
met skin: deep wounds left to heal
as purple-pink scars, puffed on skin,
caressed by (un)regretful fingers.

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Author's note: Nothing I write could ever do the past summer justice. I learned a lot about Hope and the power of Healing. It's just that simple.