As of recently I have been feeling empty, hollow and disconnected from myself. I almost broke my one year of being clean from self harm. I lost my mind and had a mental breakdown. I was so close to breaking that one year, I came so close. It took all of my strength not to, when you crave the feeling of ripping into your own skin and you know you can't. I'm still thinking about it, god how I want to.
I went to bed thinking of it, I remember the feeling of it all. I know the feeling of how the lines make you feel, the way the blood pulls around the lines we have made.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
