taking a blade to the skin. watching the blood stream down my lifeless body. the slits are written "worthless" and "ugly" and "not good enough" delicately carved precisely. every cut will soon become scars that will show all my pain and sorrow for days to come. softly gliding my hands over the wounds i have created, telling myself i will never do it again, but we all know those are complete lies. i want to recover, but i am not strong enough, not worthy enough of my own life.
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[please if you feel like this there are many resources to go to. if you have no one i am always here💓 i love you all]
