POEM STARTER
To my past self
Write a poem addressed to your past self
Don’t Do It, Please
***TW: SH (self harm)***
To my past self-
Please
Stop.
Put the blade
Down.
You made a
Promise,
Remember?
You are fifteen days
Clean,
Don’t dare
Relapsing.
I know, life is
Shitty, I know
It sucks,
But this is
Not At all
The answer.
Put down the blade,
Screw it
Back place
And
Put the damn sharpener
Away.
Please, you’ll
Regret it
If you don’t stop.
It will hurt her
Way more than it
Hurts you.
Keep your promise
Please.
I am
Begging
You.
Please.
Call a hotline
And vent to rant.
Text a friend
And chat about nonsense.
Play a game
And distract yourself.
Use your fucking app that is made for this
(That is literally called Calm Urge)
And calm your urge.
Call her
And tell her life sucks.
Literally anything
Desides
Self harm
Is okay.
Please,
Put the blade down.
It’s a useless
To break a promise
You made
Because it
Hurts her
So much more
Than it hurts you.
Please, don’t cut.
Please don’t be a
Fucking
Idiot!
Please! Please?
Please!!!
-From you in the not-so-far future