Darkness Within all of us

It's the constant battle with oneself, trying not to cut.

You know it'll feel good for that sweet instant when the blood begins to flow from you,

And yet, you also know that it's not that easy.

Cuts on your arms, and people ask questions.


Why do This to Yourself?

        "Because it f***ing feels good!"

You're Hurting Those Around You.

        "They don't have to know!"

It's Not Healthy.

          "But it feels right."

Go Get help.

          "I don't need help. This is my vice. This is who I am. This is who I always will be!"

I am a cutter. And that's all I'll ever be.