I've been there....I have many scars on my arm that'll never go away to remind me of a time I was in a dark place. but at the same time those very cuts we make on our bodies teach us something. time heals wounds and that they may hurt, the pain may last but it won't last forever,
I prefer to call them Labels. because each one of them has a story. someone who hurt me, someone who broke my heart, or my form of punishment for something I did. self harm is wrong but people also have to understand that when someone is in that kind of situation, there is no wrong in their mind cause all they feel is despair and disgust and the world around them. we lose rationality, we lose the things that makes us human.
it takes humility, compassion, trust....it takes a lot to break the cycle and more so to stay out of it. but most of us...we can't do it alone because being alone in our time of need is what got us into that place. I made lots of excuses and lies to cover it up before I came clean because I myself felt (which was true for the most part) that no one cared, and feeling like that only sinks you further into the hole.
so for any of you who knows someone like that...don't turn a blind eye. be a friend. because just like the poem ended, next time It might not be another cut, it'll be their throat.