so what? i’m over it.
by admin • July 5, 2012 • Depression • 2 Comments
i cut.
i cut alot.
if i’m not cutting, i dream of cutting.
my razor is the only thing i can rely on.
it’s bad.
i know.
i can’t think straight.
i can’t breathe normal.
i’m a mess.
a fucking mess.
and i don’t care.
i’ll cut.
more.
deeper.
enough.
i’m done.
I’ve been there. Honestly, I’m there right now. It is taking everything for me to not grab a sharp object and rip my skin and bleed. You are more precious than that. You are a gift and fuck anybody who doesn’t see it, even if you have to say fuck you to yourself. You deserve more than ugly scars that will only remind you of pain and not the strength it took not to do it. Keep your head up. Cutting is a lifelong addiction and its up to you to love yourself enough to stop.
I cut myself for 7 years, and most of them i didn’t care either. Until I realized how much it was damaging me. You can get past it and you can learn to care. You just have to want it.