Conversation with My Reflection

I heard you
You kept saying it would turn out alright
You kept repeating the word 'fine' to other people
until your lips bled
Like,
You knew tears couldn't get dry but everytime you felt like crying
Your eyes shed dry dust
And tonight, I know you rip at your wrist again,
watching the drops of your blood dancing in your dark room
Twinkling innocently under the moonlight
as if saying "hello, old friend" to you shyly.

And I know,
you're only trying to find the monster inside you.
I know you scratch
and you cut
and you claw
and you stab
only to try to kill the monster in you.
I know you pull your hair out
cry a river
scream like the dead,
trying to get that beast out of your veins.

You tell yourself,
You're not hurting yourself
You're only trying to protect whatever left in you.

Honey,
go face that mirror,
see your reflection,
look at every scar, every bruise,
look at the dark blue paint around your eyes,
and say,
"This is my skin,
this is my body.
No one has the right to rule it but me.
No one has the right to sneer at it as if it were a disease.
No one has the right to comment on it as if it were a youtube video."
Point at your chest,
feel your heart beat,
hitting the chorus of life,
as if that life of yours
were a song,
and say,
"No one has the right to play it like it's a stupid game.
No one has the right to  break it like it's a glass.
No one has the right to step on it like it's a carpet."
Now look at your trickling blood,
say,
"This is my blood carrying my poems.
This is my blood carrying my soul.
This is my blood carrying my passion.
This is my blood carrying my music."
The blood that's sprouting from one single cut
you've carved on yourself tonight,
screaming out your rhythm.
As if that life of yours,
were a literature masterpiece.

And trust me,
no matter how battered you are,
you are the protagonist of this story God has written for you.
No matter how beaten up you are,
you are a God's masterpiece.