A poem I made for people who struggle with sh: (cutting specifically) Here's a version that directly acknowledges self-harm while keeping the focus on awareness and hope: The blade never promised healing. Only silence that never stayed. Pain can whisper that this is the only way. It lies. There is a life that doesn't ask you to bleed just to be heard. Or a darker, more reflective version: A cut cannot carry what a heart feels. It only teaches pain to wear a different face. You deserve a way out that doesn't leave another scar.