In the short span of days,
my future was shattered,
into a thousand pieces,
all of which were thrown,
far away from me.
With the absence of hope,
darkness encroached.
I was surrounded,
and it left me blinded,
searching for the light.
Anxiety and depression,
so I started cutting,
just to get through the days,
and I didn’t know why,
but it made me feel good.
Soon enough I couldn’t stop.
I was hooked on the pain.
So much that hurt,
inside of my brain.
Blood was a relief.
The scars they grew,
longer and deeper.
Till they couldn’t be hidden.
That was when,
I knew I had a problem.
So I sought help,
and started writing,
to stay my blade,
and protect the flesh,
from my own self loathing.
That brings me to now.
Here in this place.
Where I want to cut.
But I can’t.
And I know it.
A craving it is.
A strong one to fight.
Yet fight it I will.
With all of my might.
For as long as I can.
I intend to win.
So can you.
If you find yourself,
in this fight too.
United we stand.
Poetry
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Thank you for being brave enough to say what so few are able to admit; self-harm can become extremely addictive. I hope you are able to find helpful ways to cope when you’re unable to write it away.
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