What's the point of washing the blood from under my nails?
It'll be back in a few minutes.
What's the point of treating my sores?
I'll shred them again in an hour.
What's the point of aiming for healthy skin?
I'll destroy it in a week.
What's the point of fighting this incurable disorder?
I'll die with it in a month.
- hopelessness
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Poetrytw: mentions of s*lf h*rm, s**cide, mental health disorders. This might not be any good but I need a place to put everything.
