"I haven't self harmed In months, but it's 12:10 am and I'm crying on the
bathroom floor with scissors and a knife.
I stare off, knowing I shouldn't do what I'm about too. The problem is no amount of xanax, heroin, cigarettes and weed will calm the urge to tear my skin apart.
I lost another 2 pounds this week, but I just took a bite from a muffin. I'm sure I'll gain 5 back. Why. Why do I have no self control.
I used the scissors, they were sharper, I'm still not satisfied. My cat is staring at me, I wonder does she know. I wonder does anyone know. I know. I think this is what they call relapse."
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Poetry♡QUOTES & POEMS♡ If you know someone who's depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn't a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness...
