Tw // self-harm
Maybe one day I say,
Maybe one day I'll stop having these thoughts.
The deficiency of wanting to cut myself and glance at the red.
It's an addiction I can't control, a dark secret within.
I must resist I must refrain but it's so alluring...
Upon beyond begs and cries from others for you to stop,
Countless failed attempts and thousands of scars,
Will it stop?
Could it be that "she" won't leave me til I'm long gone?
Or is it that I have to starve myself til I'm all skin and bone?
Decades of therapy and I'm still in the same state.
Will everything ever change before it's too late...?
