She turns out the light,
Anticipating night falling tenderly around her
And watches the dusk - the words won't come
She carries the act so convincingly
The fact is sometimes she believes it
That she can be happy the way things are,
Be happy with the things she's done .
In unending storms, we search for space to breathe
How our hearts are worn -- we've come so far
In this desert storm, how we blossom and we cease
Tell your story now, we have so much to know
Shine with all the untold, hold the light given unto you
Find the love to unfold in this broken world.
And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And a landscape of merry and desperate drought
Once I knew myself, and with knowing came love
I would know love again if I had faith enough
But too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
So angels, inside is the only way out.
Fear is the brightest of signs
The shape of the boundary you leave behind
So sing all your questions to sleep
The answers are out there in the drowning deep.
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
