Don’t cut.
They won’t find out.
Don’t cut.
You need the release.
Don’t cut.
You want the blood.
Don’t cut.
You’ll never be free from it.
Don’t cut.
I win.
Don’t cut.
You lost.
I cut.
I constantly feel like breaking because I love you more than I can handle.
yesterday one of my teachers asked me across the classroom if i was self harming.
sometimes people are so stupid i want to cry.





