Depression and self harm quotes and poems.

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I was getting better
I really was
But something snapped again
I remembered everything that I was trying to get away from
It hit me harder than before
So here I lay on the cold hard ground
Razor in hand now stained with blood
I didn't mean to break my promise
There wasn't another way
I dry my tears
Get off the floor
Rinse the new scars and pull my sleeve down
You won't see them
You won't know I did it again
It's my little secret
My little sin
I'll hide it with the bracelets and long sleeves
It doesn't matter anyways
There are already so many scars
It isn't the first time
It won't be the last
I'm sorry
I couldn't fight it
The voices were to strong