#self harm addict
When you tell people you self harm, and all they think is knife wrist and blood.
They don’t understand what happens behind the scenes.
They don’t realise the lengths that we go to just to hide it.
They don’t know how creative we are, when the need hits but there’s no knives around.
They don’t realise just how fucked up it actually is.
They say they want to know, yet they flinch, hesitate, show disgust,
At what is actually, the prettiest part of the whole damn show.
Merry Christmas!
I’m pretty sure we contribute to the whole vampyre myth…
Hate, sorrow, grief, anxiety, fear, trauma, depression, terror, uncertainty… you’ve been there with me through it all. Why would I give you up?
Stop breaking things!!
My self harm is more intimate than sex.
Would you still laugh if you saw the pool of blood under the blanket?
Don’t cut, don’t cut, don’t cut, don’t cut.
When you feel like you’re going nowhere in life.. Just remember that “no where” is one of Pooh’s favourite places.
When you feel like you’re “doing nothing” with your life… remember that Winnie the Pooh once wisely said that “doing nothing often leads to the very best of somethings.”
It’s one of those - “just trying not to scream out loud” - days.
