Self hate is a powerful pitch.
People tell me to talk to them…
People ask me to talk to them… People WANT me to talk to them… There never around when I need them… There not there when the blades come out… If I had someone. If I always had someone. I would t be this way. I broke my clean streak of 107 days last week… And I think I’m cutting again tonight…
Self harmer problems
Having to wear a sweater all day because it looks like I fell into a butcher knife length and depth…
I cut pretty deep, I don’t think I’ve ever cut this deep, a slow silent trail, that formed into a road, then a deep river… I’m screwed.
107 days clean… And a single straight line can scratch all that out…I feel back, I feel alive. I feel worried and heart broken… I don’t know what to do.
Hey guys… Been away for a long time… I know, but I really haven’t had much to post, I have been clean, and basically busy and happy since the end of December. I’m enjoying it, but am worried I’ll slip, my scars are bright… Still though I haven’t cut since november… I was really cutting deeper than I thought eh?
Here I am, turn your scars into stars, wear my butterfly with pride, I want to thank everyone who tried to reach out to me in the past, to help me. Thank you all do much, I want to be like that…
If anyone needs someone to lean on I want to be able to be that person. :)
