With shards of glass, and knives you've tried

to numb the pain you feel inside.

The scars upon your wrists reveal

you've forgotten what it's like to feel...

I wrote this poem after Chris, my youth group leader, preached a sermon on cutting. I've known a lot of cutters, so if you happen to be one or have even considered harming yourself, talk to someone you trust and pray to God that he'll give you strength. I don't know why, but I felt like I needed to post this.

Much love

-Jazlynn