How ironic is it
that something as lovely as a Lisa Frank
butterfly-shaped bandaid
could cover something so ugly
(in both form and concept)
And oh,
There's no worse feeling than a relapse
into such an addictive hobby
(I thought I left that behind me)
How I miss the numb pressure
and the sting accompanying the post-period
of regret and infiltration
(Don't do it)
Welcome back
(Get out)

I'd like for you to stop romanticizing death.

For suicide to be considered the last option.

Because it's a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

And I can assure you, you will survive.

I've witnessed one person lose their life, blood streaming to the floor with terrified eyes.

I had another attempt to take her life just last week, swallowing pills like they were candy, until their scream of "betrayl" meant nothing.

My best friend struggles everyday, do fight the urge to paint her wrist, the razor her utensil.

So please stop romanticing these things.
Stop saying "It's not selfish" or "They just don't understand".

Because we do, you just won't let us help.