My mom keeps a pair of hair cutting scissors in the bathroom. I love that pair of scissors. When my mom finds my blades and gets rid of them the scissors are always in the same spot behind the mirror in the bathroom. She never thinks to hide those from me. She can hide every knife in the house but she can't ever remember to hide the scissors or the eyeliner pencil sharpener in the bathroom. She has no idea that I use those to do what she tried to prevent from happening. So thanks mom for forgetting about the scissors they have helped me through a lot the past two years, almost three.
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Depression and self harm quotes and poems.
PoetryNot all of these are mine. So I do not take any credit for the ones I didn't write. WARNING:Some content could be triggering. If you are easily triggered PLEASE DO NOT READ.
