"I hate what I have become.
I push people away,
Because I feel like I'm not good enough,
For the happiness that they bring.
I hate that even on my best days,
I miss dragging a blade across my skin.
I hate that I hate my scars,
But I want to create more.
I hate lying to all of the people I love about
What I'm doing to myself.
I hate crying and screaming
When I find out someone has thrown out my blades.
I hate me,
Because of my addiction."
~h.v.
