don't tell your mother that you are afraid
don't tell your lover that your heart might break
don't tell your gods you no longer believe
because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you.
Some days aren't yours at all
They come and go as if they're someone elses days
They come and leave you behind someone elses face
And it's harsher than yours, and colder than yours
They come in all quiet, sweep up, and then they leave
And you don't hear a single floor board creak
They're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep by your side.
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
