When I found her she was as a doll,
the porcelain kind
Kohl black eyes with slight infractions,
spider web eyes, fragile and glistening
Beautiful and beguiling they were,
they appeared to be missing something

Her lips moist, a dew kissed blue,
seemingly kissed the moon and beyond
Her skin a chalk white,
hue of life appearing drained
She seemed to have found frailty's other self,
her body motionless, limbs isolated

Not a victim of broken promises,
she lives eternal in dreams and nightmares,
She has become a silver bullet,
shattered in haunts and torments
She is the brine,
remeniscent bitter in tears

If only society had listened,
she was not a copycat
She is was and forever will be my first shining star,
beyond all doubt shadowed and not
You see she is my daughter,
driving home more than a soft knowledge of self abuse

(c)2005
~Nikki~

P.S. Society as a whole it seems has been stigmatized into believing that self abuse, mutilation, cutting and etc are mostly always a self conscious inflicted cry for attention, help and etc. Sadly for some it really is not, it is part of a Mental Health condition. So, before you judge or misdiagnose another try looking deeper!

Thank You!
From the mother of a child with ADHD and ODD.