"Cuts Turn Into Words, Indeed"

Cuts turn into wounds, indeed.
But where there are wounds, there will be mends.
A helping healing hand, touches the wounds upon the hurt.
All of the pain you feel will eventually recede,
and you will once shine again.
You are not forgotten.
Your past will fade away as you arise to the bright light of redemption.
A special soul you are, smiles you create among faces, is a gift in one amazing human being.
Your strength is impenetrable, and your mind,
as sharp as stone.
A savior you are; an inspiration.

"I wrote this for a friend who smiled, yet, he was hurting so badly inside. He cut himself, took drugs, and made a lot of bad decisions. After I wrote this poem for him, he started doing better and he is now my best friend. I love you Nikolaus."