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Empire May 2020
tw self harm



50 days since my last episode...
It’s not much... but it’s progress
But tonight... tonight I’d throw it away
To hold a knife in my hand
To graze my skin with it
To watch myself bleed
To bandage my wounds...


I want it. All of it.
The only thing stopping me is that number...

50 days

I don’t want to tell everyone I’ve failed
That I was weak yet again
But so badly I want to be weak...
It’s going to happen eventually...
Isn’t relapse inevitable?
Who knows when I’ll see my therapist again...
There are already scars to hide
So what’s a few more?

I could talk myself right into it

And I ******* want to
Update: had to reset my counter tonight... I’m so sorry to all of you who have been so amazingly supportive... I’m so sorry
Empire May 2020
This isn’t right
I shouldn’t have to be ashamed of things I like
I shouldn’t have to hide my interests
I was excited, finally
Then you shot me down
Because no one cares enough
To not instantly judge
To not wildly accuse
They just want to hate and hate and hate
Even if it’s me.
Even if they’re family.
Empire May 2020
tw self harm



Perhaps I’m starting to understand
Tonight, I want desperately
To take the blade to my skin
But only to leave a mark
A reminder
Of what’s happened today
This is a motivation I think I can talk myself down from...
In 12 days, it’ll be two months since my last cutting... I really really don’t want to give up on that progress. Not yet.
Empire May 2020
Once again
My body is heavy
I’m tired and I shouldn’t be
I can’t feel anything
But numbness in my chest
I’m not quite alive...
Empire May 2020
All these people...
Living simply because they’re not dead yet
My family, the best prediction of my future
What kind of life is that?
I can’t live for this
I need something of substance
Else I may just lose my ******* mind
Empire May 2020
What is this recklessness in me?
I was always so cautious, so precise
Now I just... I just don’t care
I want to know what happens
If I drive a little faster
If I’m honest with my mother
If I skip my meds... one day... two days...?
If I took a few more... a little of this, a little of that?
How many drinks before they know what’s wrong?
How many scars can I show before someone cares?
Now there’s not really enough left of me to worry about
Genuine concern replaced with a sick curiosity
The question “How much will hurt me?”
Has been traded for
“How much hurt before I’m stopped?”
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