Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Love's True Colours by Melinda

By Melinda
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Tags: melinda, poetry, poem

I've been so timid with you
While you try to make me bold
But I only get by with a mask
A piece of clay to mold

Hidden beneath a smile
Lying for both our sakes
Nobody could ever know
How much energy it takes

You do your best to help me
Yet your actions make it worse
Your voice my only solace
Your words a chanted curse

Darkness, black under moonlight
Depression, blue like an ocean
These colours drip bright red
With the white-hot pain of emotion

I'm scared to dig much deeper
But love just makes me bold
Let's hope that all these scars
Fade away once they're old

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