No, I can't escape. This is eating me alive. It's getting worse by the minute. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want my arms to know blades again.
But they won't, they can't. They won't because I know what I'd lose if I did.
Today could not have been worse.
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i understand the sharp thrill of the blade, exerting control over your pain, but no: you do not and cannot have that as your resolution.
ReplyDeletepour yourself into your words, write and talk with friends and strangers who care. carve your words onto the page, rather than the razor into your flesh, and make your thoughts as indelible as blood stains or scars.