The word whore
litters my skin.
I gave in,
and let the blade win.

I sliced and I diced,
the word whore becoming a work of art.
I cut and I bled,
tearing my skin apart.

But now I have a family,
so I made them part of me.
On my tummy, I carved
Erin, Hayley, and Mikey.

But I ruined my brother,
I made Mikey cry.
All because of my selfish desire,
my wanting to die.

So I went and re-cut,
crossing out whore.
Then I wrote Mikey,
bleeding more and more.

No longer is it whore,
but now it's Mike.
I need to be okay,
even if cutting is something I like.

I need someone to
take my blades away.
I now have a family
who needs me to be okay.

I'm trying so hard
to be okay,
but they don't believe me
no matter what I say.

They tell me I'm not okay,
but I don't have to be.
They love me no matter what,
they even call me baby.

They're my family,
and they're here through it all.
They catch me and hold me up
whenever I fall.

They like me for who I am,
they don't care about my problems that will last.
They reassure me that being alone
was a problem of my past.

They're here now,
and I'll be okay.
I won't be alone
one more day.

I have a sister,
a niece, and a brother.
They make up for
the lack of every other.

Today I threw away my blades,
ready to become okay.
My family will be here to support me
every step of the way.

No longer am I a whore,
no, now I'm fine.
I'll become okay
over time.

Thank you family,
for helping me through.
I would still be carving whore
without you.