It's hard to stop. Once you've made that first cut, like a pact to the devil it can never be broken.
You promise yourself it will be OK, you will stop, but deep down you know that it will never happen.
One cut. Two cut.
Three cut. Four.
Five cut. Six cut, what's one more?
But wait before you judge me for I am somthing more,
than this mess you see before you, lying on the floor.
YOU ARE READING
The life of a self-harmer
Poetry#66 (22/6/17) Don't judge, listen. If you don't like what you see then leave. some simple poems or quotes on the life of a self-harmer. I am in no way promoting self-harm and if anyone ever needs help or advice or just cheering up, I'm always here...
