One cut, Two cuts, Three cuts, Four, oh who cares, its just one more.
Five cuts, Six cuts, Seven cuts, eight, why stop now when it feels so great.
Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, not going to stop when its going so well.
Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, maybe next week maybe- I'll stay clean.
Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, there, I think, that is plenty.
"Pencil Sharpeners! Remember when they were just for pencils?"
she cuts, because its her escape.
she starves herself because she wants to be perfect.
she wear make up to cover up her insecurity.
she reads and keeps to herself because she's scared.
she's a b*tch because she's broken inside.
she talks to guys because girls hate her.
Depression is not an act. Eating disorders are not phases. Suicide is not a coward's escape. Homosexuality is not a disease. Self-harming is not a cry for attention. Stop acting like you know everything.
You go home,
You look in the mirror,
You think your ugly,
You think your fat,
You want to die.
And the worst thing is,
The next day,
it happens all over again,
until the day you give up.
"What are those scars from" she asked.
"A battle" she replied.
Its okay to be afraid.
But don't let fear dictate
who you are, or change what you become.
Self Harm X /
Self Love \ /
If I had a penny for every time you made me feel worthless, I would be worth something by now.
You try to help me but in reality you sometimes hurt the same person I do, ME.
I asked her if she
believed in love, and
she smiled and said
it was her most
elaborate method of