Take It Away. | prose series

“Breathe.” He told me.

“It’s okay.” She said.

“It’ll get better.” They promised.

But when you’re laying in bed

unable to breathe because you’re crying too hard

And thinking about how much it hurts that it’s impossible to be okay

While that devilish voice whispers how no one cares and you're just...there.

It feels like the only escape is to feel something other than the deafening pain inside.

So then later, maybe you could actually hear him, her, them.

—if we could just understand

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A little while back, I submitted this post to an IG profile which asked for prose about the topic of "SELF HARM." It's a tough subject and I know it can be very triggering, but it's important to talk about.

I personally have never done anything to physically harm myself, but I know the pain that can push you to do it––there's been many times where I have thought about needing to do something to take my pain away and that is incredibly scary. I think it's important to try to understand why people do things that we have a hard time coping with such as self harm. If there were more attempts at understanding the things we cannot fathom, then perhaps we could better extend help and kindness to those who struggle. Pain and hurt can weigh so heavily, but is often masked by a façade.

So here's your friendly reminder to be kind, always, because you really don't know what people may be going through.