I think I've created a new kind of self-harm.
It's not physical.
Im too scared to cut and wound,
Frightened of the blood that flows.
But in my mind it's deemed ok,
To think and feel until I blow.
I find these words, these posts, these quotes,
I read them so the tears can flow,
I've found a new form of release,
I don't think I can let it go,
I know I cry, and shake, and scream,
I use these methods to come clean,
And once I finally am done,
I think until the dark has won.
-S.R.H
