Streaks of red stain my tears. Their words replay in my head
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More marks of disappointment, Another step closer to dying, When will I finally be done with this?
No more long sleeves, No more shame, I want people to think of a happy girl When they hear my name.
I'm sick of feeling so sick and strange All because of how I deal with pain. If you had my life, You'd probably do the same. The razor takes all the bad things away
s.c
I wrote this a long time ago, so it's not as good as I thought it was when I wrote it. As my battle with self-harm and self-hatred continues, I am very proud to say I've gone over 100 days without hurting myself. If anyone has any problems, you are always welcome to message me. Recovery is a long road, but it never hurts to have someone walk with you. If I can do it, so can you. Stay strong, you're worth it.