I have never understood people who cut themselves.
Like seriously, what in gods name possesses you to take a blade and slice into your own delicate flesh?
I am a religious girl, I believe that our bodies belong to God and it is not ours to hurt.
Last night, I took a dull blade and scratch my wrists until they were swollen. I scratched for such a long time until blood slowly drew and drip down my wrist falling between my legs in my bathtub.

I’m sorry that I never understood before.

I’m sorry that I never felt bad.

But I understand now.

I cut myself because any other pain other than the excruciating pain I feel on a daily was worth feeling.
The worst part is, I believe that I deserve the scars because my pain is self-inflicted.
I know he’s the very source and refuse to let go.