Broken

Promise

I made a promise to myself

But sometimes promises

Have to be broken

I promised myself I wouldn't

Cut my flesh

It's hard not to

That craving

The desperation

You know it'll make you feel better

I don't have anywhere to cut

I have my wrist

But I want to keep it clean

Technically I have open spaces

But I don't want to cover my skin up all the time

Sometimes I think it's not fair

I always saw videos where the people who were cutters said not to start and if you did start, stop.

I thought 'I'm not going to stop'

They said its only going to get worse, the cuts will get deeper and deeper

I thought 'no they won't, i'll only cut on my wrist'

They said it'll become an addiction

I didn't think that could ever happen to me

I can't stop

They got worse

It's an addiction

I let my wrist heal

I try not to cut on it

To keep it clean

But now I just cut other places

I've cut hundreds of times

Hundreds and hundreds of little cuts

Hips first

Wrist

Forearm

Shoulders

Never ending