'Relapse' self harm
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I don't mean to, but the worst part is, I can't stop, and when I think hard enough, I think I don't want to. I know that when I step back far enough it reveals itself as addiction.
Blades, glass, and knifes covered in blood
Creating and opening to let pain out
My feelings are numbed
But only for now
Just a few seconds of relief
proof of my strife
I was clean
I was skin with faded scars
I was free
It was the voices that told me
In my head
It was the things those kids didn't say
One month
Two weeks
Four days
January 31, 2023.What do I do, everything is getting bad again.Why can I never get better?Everyone gives up on me,Why can't someone just stay and listent to me?If no one wants to help me then I dont matter.
