Will I ever stop?
It's like a form of drug, a hella addictive mother fucker. Once I've made the first cut, I have to make a second and then an other until I'm lying on the floor covered in red. The power to cut is much stronger than the power to stop. I don't think people realize how hard it is to stop, I've tried many a time but the temptation to cut is too strong and I always end up relapsing.
Some part of me doesn't want to stop. Why would I give up my blades? It helps me get through things I can't mentally handle.
My scars represent my life and i wouldn't change that for the world I don't want my scars to fade and when they do I will create new ones because cutting lets me feel alive, I feel human again.
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