Her Arms, My Arms

I saw her eyes, the hurt inside,
I saw her arms, she didn't hide,
The cuts were there, fresh and clean,
She clearly wanted her pain to be seen.

It made me think of my self-harm,
It made me look at my own arms,
The scars, though fading, still are there,
The pain is still too much to bear.

Although I didn't know her name,
And I haven't seen her again,
I felt a connection as our eyes met,
Our pasts forgotten, futures set.

I know I'll never be alone,
Even around people I don't know,
Someone always feels the same,
Always understands the pain.