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The first coping skills I was taught Was to snap a rubber band, On my wrist. At first, it worked- Never quite captured the sting the same, But it kept the thoughts at bay. Underneath the fold of my brain, I didn't like the way I could be fixed, So easily. So, I snapped it harder, Pulling back like a bow and arrow, The target, my forearm. Over and over, Again and again, Until bruised welts formed, My skin turning purple and red, Until the rubber band would snap. I showed my therapist, I could help but smile See, I am sick! I really am! Her brows knit, Let's try something else.
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6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
You Always Take It Too Far
The first coping skills I was taught Was to snap a rubber band, On my wrist. At first, it worked- Never quite captured the sting the same, But it kept the thoughts at bay. Underneath the fold of my brain, I didn't like the way I could be fixed, So easily. So, I snapped it harder, Pulling back like a bow and arrow, The target, my forearm. Over and over, Again and again, Until bruised welts formed, My skin turning purple and red, Until the rubber band would snap. I showed my therapist, I could help but smile See, I am sick! I really am! Her brows knit, Let's try something else.
In that moment my parents voices echoed around my mind "you always take it too far" I guess I do. It used to be knocking over a glass while playing or not knowing when to stop. I'm not sure what's worse
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16/F/Anywhere but here
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
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