Silent Whispers

(TW) Contains topics of SH

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It starts as a whisper, so quiet, so small,

A shadow that lingers, a voice when you fall.

It tells you you're broken, unworthy, alone

A weight on you chest, a chill in you bones.

The blade is a promise, a fleeting escape,

A moment of silence, a vanishing ache.

But pain doesn't listen, it always returns,

Like embers still burning, like lessons unlearned.

Yet somewhere inside you, a light still remains,

A flicker of hope in the depths of the pain.

You are not hopeless, you are not wrong,

You are a story still being drawn.

So hold to the hands that steady your own, 

The ones who remind you - you're never alone