I am standing here, naked, in my room, right in front of my mirror. Staring at my body. No, more like staring at my scars. Few due to the clumsiness, few due to not caring and many due to self-harming. I know it is not okay. I know what am doing is hurting me physically and others emotionally. But it feels nice. In the moment it feels amazing. It lowers the emotional pain. The pain which is bottled up since many years.
I know I shouldn't do this. But the adrenaline rush is something I can't explain. I think I won't tell my best friends. But I couldn't lie. I couldn't lie when they asked, You are not self-harming aren't you? And I am forced to tell them, No, I cut yesterday. They plead to me not to do it. But I can't help myself.
I know I shouldn't do it. But in the moment, it's not even me who does it. My body guides itself and before I know it, the blood starts flowing.
I know I shouldn't do it. I know.
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