It’s easy to slice the skin, it’s easy to leave behind the scars. It’s so damn easy, so damn easy to slice a little deeper than intended. I like it that way, so why don’t I just cut a bit deeper? Why do I watch the blood drip with cowardice? I have what I need, why do I crave the pills? I have used self harm as a way to cope, shouldn’t it be the way I finish my sad ballad?
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The human body nor mind is able to just let itself die. I tried cutting and it didnt work out great cause I could only do a very shallow cut. Maybe for you it’s a type of release since you got used to it. But what makes your life so bad that you want to end it?
Self loathing, my mom was always extremely abusive and acted as if I was the scum of the earth. It’s a VERY long story, but it has led me to here…