THE GALAXY'S EDGE

Here's to

Self Harming

It's not just cutting.

It's hating yourself to the point that you spend everynight screaming silently at the mirror.

It's walking around thinking 'I wish I was dead.'

It's a heart in a million pieces.

It's finding reasons for not wanting to live.

It's not wanting to go home.

It's people thinking that the hurt is new and they're not te problem.

Here's to thirteen years.

Thirteen years of fighting.

Whether it be to be liked.

Or perfect.

Or happy.

Or for family.

Or for yourself.

If you're like me.

Tired.

Full of hate.

Lonely.

Depressed.

Sad.

This one's for you.

This is for those of us who are dying slowly.

Those of us who wonder why we are alive?

If all we're going to do is feel pain and suffer?

This is for those of us who can't keep going.

Who's fire is out.

Who've been staring at darkness so long that it stares back.

Who're going insane in our own skin.

This is for the people who have been told they cut because they want attention.

People don't understand.

The first cut is what starts it.

It's an addiction, something that doesn't stop.

It's self hate and loneliness.

It's anger and sadness.

It's rejection and homelessness.

This is for those of us who are the lost.

Who's best friend is the darkness.

Who are judged by people without a second thought.

People think depression is crying yourself to sleep.

Dressing only in black.

Not talking.

It's not.

Depression is being numb, lost, hurt and confused.

It's feeling like you have nothing left.

It's having your heart stabbed with every beat but not showing it.

It's acting happy when you're dying.

It's acting stable when you're going insane.

This is an explanation from those of us who can't take this anymore.