I don't know how to say it. I feel so ashamed. I started this anthology with the purpose of helping others understand.
Understand what? Understand what it's like to hold a blade against your skin, aka self harm.
Tomorrow I was going to celebrate ten weeks, but I didn't make it. I'm not trying to excuse myself, but my PTSD is to blame. I'm letting it control me, that's all I can say.
The adrenaline the blade produces as it rubs forcefully against your skin... It's an amazing high with so many painful downs. It's not worth it, as hypocritical as that may sound. I am human, bone and flesh. I feel pitiful as watch the future scars begin.
-caffEine93
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Caffeine Withdrawals: An Unspoken Collaboration
PoetryFreedom of speech, freedom of expression, Are we willing to answer personal questions? We live things which make us who we are, We struggle with the hopes of getting back up, We keep to ourselves so that we don't worry others, We pity ourselves so t...
