Dear Old Me...
Self inflicted pain is the easiest kind of pain
Being in control of all the sorrows you encounter fills you with a sense of self control
Your pain is in your hands
It's a drug
You become addicted
Death is so close but not close enough
It's the rush
You wish you could push yourself to the edge but when you get too close,
Something comes to stop you
Opens your eyes to reality
It's not your time yet
Coward
You're a coward if you die and you're one if you don't
Your pain is only temporary
No matter which way your road goes
Your path must be walked
One step at a time
It's you against yourself
Inner demons come to engulf
Don't become addicted
The only way out of that endless hole of sorrows is to climb
Climb out of your pain
Like you grew a new soul
Your new soul needs honesty
Your physical wounds will heal
But the scars will always remain
Cover them up but don't be ashamed
Your past isn't who you are, it's who you used to be
You learned how to pick yourself up, you were under scrutiny
Be proud you made your own way
Your pain will be forgotten one day
Become an advocate for loving yourself
Teach someone that being in pain is not the way out, speak up if you need help