Past Sufferage

There is no face to my name.
No voice to my words.
But please, take me seriously;
Even with this anonymity.
Though our distance is rather large,
I still carry a heart.
Ignoring your cry of help
Is something I simply cannot and will not do.
Our time together was rather short.
Through time we suffered the same.
I, the past and you, the present.
I saw myself in those words of resentment.
Through the screen and a blinking line,
Like the clock hand, still ticking in time
I know the pain
The sorrow
The guilt
And how you feel like nothing but filth
So I pray my words hit as deep
As the scars you carve to make red seep.
If it’s advice you want, it’s advice you’ll get.
Don’t dwell on it long, and please don’t fret.
It takes time to heal, but courage to feel.