Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Don't Say a Word by Red Rose

By Red Rose
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Tags: red rose, poetry, poem

What is this place of anger and fear?
What freedom of expression do I have but these silent tears behind closed doors?
Blindly reaching through the icy barriers of my mind
I'm not sure what it is I am searching for
So I just sit here in a room that is as dark and lonely as I am
Waiting for a light that will never come

Agony spoken without words
These are my trophies of past wars
This is my freedom of speech
The blade in my control
Sorrows hidden behind bleeding arms
Comfort can be found here

There is no use for words
They are meaningless
How can they possibly express how I feel?

Fear spoken without words
Stories told with perfect pink lines on soft silky skin
Such horrors are found in these tales
Tales of bleeding hearts and broken souls
Of a child torn by a deep dark secret

Are the answers found here?
Here hidden beneath broken skin?
I still want to see what is stalking me in the shadows
Maybe there is some unfathomable fear in all this
running away

Who is that desolate creature you choose to point and laugh at?
Realize it is yourselves you should be frowning at
Frown at your ignorance and your simple little worlds
...If so many know of this horror
then why are we so alone?
Look at these innocent souls
All scarred by the same dark spirit

Malice spoken without words
The hand of a greater evil slips too far
Stealing years from the life of another child
Trying to be in control
Now I'm in control
Holding this mighty weapon of freedom
Letting the ugliness escape
The memories
The pain
The cries in the night that no one would listen to
Another child lost in a world much too big for her
She was not meant to arrive so soon
while knowing this much

Secrets spoken without words
A message written in code and carved in stone
On display for anyone who dares to take a look
These beautiful lines talking of past wars fought
I have died many times
...I often wish I was blind to all of this
so maybe I wouldn't know any better...

Speak for these children
Their voices were stolen
along with their dignities
their lives...

Can't you see this?

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