T.W.L.O.H.A

Thoughts etched into the flesh on the blade of cold steel.
Thoughts that you believe cannot be spoken.
Hopelessness shrouds your mind and clouds your judgment as serotonin is released from the open wound.
The elation is temporary. Only temporary.
What you are doing only makes things worse. So much worse.

The scars are regret. They are a symbol of pain tattoed onto your precious skin. Nobody should behold such scars. You are beautiful. Words are more powerfull than the poisonous blade you tamper your skin with. You will get through this. Its hard to believe but you will. I know it.

So heed my warning. Open your eyes. Theres nobody there on the other side. Nothing more than the pain you already had. Only regret.
Your lifes worth more than the edge of a blade, or the bitterness of a pill.
Talk. You are loved. You will win. It gets better. Believe me.

Do not judge a self-harmer, but instead. Write love on their arms.
Do not let self-harm or suicide become an option. Life is precious.

(Self-harm and suicide awareness piece)

~Larko