TW!: self harm

Every time I'm tempted to grab the piece of metal hidden inside a box I try to avoid,
I look out the window to see if the sky can fill my void.
It's nothing new,
just the stars and the moon glowing where it's due.
I hold back.
I heave out a heavy sigh.
Each time I want to give up on myself, on life, on everything,
that's when I remind my heart of a promise I can never fail.
I promised myself I'll have more moons to see.
Luna glowed its light on me, and I told him, "don't go just yet, and let me tell you my secrets."