I need to ask a question
of young poets on this site,
tell me why you cut yourselves
what is your desperate fight?
Depression I can understand
I’ve suffered many years,
but I need to know the reason
why you shed such bloody tears.
A girl I know who’s close to me
cuts her pretty skin,
she shrugs and says she doesn’t know
too young to deal with sin.
I know there is a purpose
I need to understand,
to give her love and guidance
and to offer her my hand.
Maybe just by knowing
we can see an end one day,
hold a happy little girl
and let her have her say.
I know it won’t be easy
to find a compromise,
but I’d like to see her smiling
and the light back in her eyes.
If any of you out there
can help to set her free,
then I’d be really grateful
if you’d come and talk to me.







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