Just one turns into two, and two turns into a million more. It starts out because you think no one cares, then you find any reason to do it. You start by thinking you can stop whenever you want, but now you have no control over it. Or maybe you can't stop because you don't want to. It doesn't really matter because now you're addicted. Even though it is slowly killing you, you love it. You are in love with how it makes you feel. The way it feels to drag the cold blade across your skin. The way the blood looks against your skin. And most of all, how it makes you feel alive. You'll try to stop, but nothing seems to work. You promise everyone you'll stop. You smile and tell them you're fine. They all smile back and tell you how proud they are of you but none of them know that this is the worse you've ever been. To them you've never seemed more alive. None of them know that you're already dead on the inside. Until one day you can't fake it anymore. You decide you're better off dead. But somebody comes and changes that. Maybe it's your best friend, or your boyfriend or girlfriend, or your mom or dad. Whoever it is holds you and tells you how much the love you and how much you mean to them. They tell you that you'll get through this. It turns out they're right. With some help you start to get better. Sure, you'll stumble on the way, but you are so much better now. The scars will still be there to remind you of what you've been through. But they also remind you that you are strong enough to get through your struggles. But my advice to you is to never start. Find a better way to get it out because you the to precious to do that to yourself.
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Stay Strong
PoetryShort stories and quotes to help you get over self harm and depression. If it doesn't say who it's written by at the end then it's by me. This book is not encouraging self harm in any way. If you need somebody to talk to you can always message me.
