i stare at my wrists,
they have these white seams along them.
sometimes i hide them under sleeves and jewelry.
sometimes i want you all to see them.
i want you to worry about me.
to be impressed.
a little afraid.
i want you to hold them to your lips,
and see if you can feel the marks
like braille.
and if you can read the story they write.
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if you struggle with self - injury,
you are not "a cutter"
you are a person.
you are not only your pain.
you are not only wounds and scars.
you are also better things
you are:
possibility and promise.
hope, healig & daydreams,
favorite books & favorite songs,
you are the people that you love,
and the people who love you
you are
hope
change & things
worth fighting for.
this is all your story
and your story isn't over yet..
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