My whole family is on some type of drug, but I swore id never be like them. I'd never do pills, use needles. I'd never smoke, and I didn't. I still found a drug though. I still found an addiction. Only mine was cutting. My fix came from running a razor across my skin. From blood dripping down my arms, and thighs. It came from locking myself in a bathroom for hours crying because I went just a little to deep this time, and the blood wouldn't stop. I got high off of the hateful words that I carved into my arms and legs. The bad thing about my drug was I could hide it. I wouldn't be walking funny or sluring my words so no one knew anything was wrong. All I had to do was wear long sleeves and pants, put on a fake smile and everyone would think I was fine... but I'm not... and I don't think I ever will be. I can try to stop, but honestly I don't think I ever will... and whats even more scary is I don't think I want.
- Mine
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Quotes and Poems On Depression and SelfHarm
PoetryQuotes, Poems, Poetry, Short Stories, Songs, about Depression/Suicide/SelfHarm. Some might not be about depression, suicide, ect.... but I might just be proud of something I write and want you all to read it. Highest Rank #67 In Poetry :0
