The winds roar with life
A sign to not relapse, perhaps?
The blade edges toward my skin
Centimeters away
Bang!
A tree branch crashes into my window
The blade retreats
I let out a breath held in from the scare
I look down and notice the blood on my arm
The knife slipped
The pain starts to register
I cant stop now
I keep cutting
The pain creates a sense of calm
Losing control while gaining so much at the same time
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 11:11 PM UTC
The winds roar with life
A sign to not relapse, perhaps?
The blade edges toward my skin
Centimeters away
Bang!
A tree branch crashes into my window
The blade retreats
I let out a breath held in from the scare
I look down and notice the blood on my arm
The knife slipped
The pain starts to register
I cant stop now
I keep cutting
The pain creates a sense of calm
Losing control while gaining so much at the same time
