***topic: a habit that is hard to stop***
I feel the sharp egde of the blade cut into my scarred skin. My eyes fill with tears, as I feel the blood start to trickle down my wrist because of the pain, and regret. I can't remeber a time when this wasn't my escape, when I didn't have to hide those ugly scars. Cutting, self-abusing, self-harming, it comes with many names. But the emothions are the same every time. The sense of disapointment, and regret. The shyness and the unwanted feeling thats stays deep inside my gut. but mainly the unessasary pain I feel, i want it to stop, but sadly, sadly I cant.
It's too late.
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