tw self harm



There’s a monster in my head
She ***** every last bit of life from me
Leaving me empty and cold
Then she fills my mind with horrid thoughts
Ideas that should disturb and repulse me

Just give your wrist a little slit

                                  C’mon I know you’re bored

                Feel the sting of the wounds

  You'll feel alive...

But I must keep her caged
I mustn't listen to her lies
Lies...? Maybe....?
I can’t give in
Not yet
70 days is too long to give up
Especially the night before you’ll have help
So tonight
One more night
I keep her at bay
Imprisoned in my mind
But at least my wrist is clean