A Myth About Self-Harm
When I cut myself it wasn’t for attention. I cut to feel safe. And to stay sober.
I started cutting myself when I was eleven years old, but I can’t tell you why I did it. Partially because I don’t remember, and partially because I didn’t know myself.
toughmessyout of control
I can’t wait to go home and cut myself
Wah wah, I’m a cutter, I write dark poetry and like the Cure
It’s because there are accidents. There’s a possibility of losing control.
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