Random poem i came up with

[rachaelsaures]

The feeling is mutrial

You feel all alone, No one to talk to about it.

Your having the urge but you try to fight it,

To cope you grab your lighter and light up a square(Cigarette)

But you still have your urges so you grab your razor

And make one slit and againand again until you cant

Feel your arm anymore.

 

 

Hey its rachael i know its short but its all i have. I am a smoker and a selfharmer

at the same time and sometimes it is difficult sepecialy when you run out

of squares an then get urges but ive been clean from cutting for almost

a year and im so happy for my self.