The Next Chapter To The Same Story
You know hitting the reset button didn't hurt me as bad as you think it would have. 2 months and 3 days gone down the drain.
Why? Why did you do it? Why did you cut yourself? What are you getting out of it? Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you text me?
And the answer to that is...
I needed to find relief. I needed air. I was slowly suffocating in that box, a box that keeps on coming back to me with only one way to escape it. You can't open a box without a sharp object.
I have no regrets, all of these scars have a reason to be placed on me. A lot of people have battle scars their just not visible but I happen to fall into the category where you can see mines.
I have a war with myself every 2 months, It may start at the beginning of the month and end that month or it may start at the end of a month and flow into the next. But somehow it manages to happen every 2 months.
Do I need help? Maybe.
Will I got get it? No, at least not right now.
Will I be okay after this? No this is leaving a scar on my heart. I feel like if you were to look at my heart you would wonder why does it have so many scars.
