_(I haven’t been doing well so it’s angst time. Hope you have a wonderful day and happy pride!)_

***TW: SH (self harm) mentions! Please don’t read if these my trigger you! Your mental health matters.***

I crave pain

Like

It’s a drug.

Pencil sharpener

Blades cut

Skin

Like

Butter.

It’s so…

Comforting,

Know the

Pain will always

Be there for

Me

To lean on.

Even when

I have nobody

Else,

It’s always

A release,

A way

To let out my

Pain.

Yes, it adds

Pain externally

But, it

Numbs the internal

Wounds and replaces

Them with

External

Cuts.

I promised

Her I’d stay

Away

From the blade,

But it is

Impossible

For me

To keep

Clean.

It was 15 days

Turned to none.

I texted her I

Was sorry,

Never said

What I was

Sorry

For.

I’m sorry,

I really am,

I shouldn’t have.

*IF YOU’RE READING THIS (you know who you are) I’M SORRY!*