It might sound stupid to some people,
But I'm addicted.
I'm addicted to dragging blades across my wrists.
When I do, I forget about my problems.
I just feel pain.
I would take physical pain over emotional pain any day.
I feel like I deserve the cuts for being such a disappointment.
Cutting helps me cope.
I know I should stop,
But I can't.
I'm addicted.
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Depression (on hold)
Poetry"Some people's biggest fear is dying. Personally, I don't understand that. I welcome death, I pray for it, I desire it." A mix of poems and random thoughts of a depressed teenaged girl. ***This book mentions self harm and suicide***
