Head pounding I stare at the ceiling awake.
Nights like these I feel tears threaten to slide down my face because of who I am.
Nights like these remind me of everything I've done wrong. Of why I deserve my fate.
Sometimes I wish I could amputate the loneliness and pain, but I can't. It makes me who I am.
No amount of self-harm is going to change my emotions or fix my problems. This has taken me years to learn.
Even now starting at my arms (which hold a few visible reminders) I know that I can't, that I won't. This May will make it a year that I've been clean. Clean of self-injury.
I believe that is something to be proud of. I'm stronger than I was and am able to push forward minute by minute. That is what matters most to me.
Self injury is never the answer. I promise it's true no matter how many times you've heard it. Never start. Any form of self-harm is addictive. Sadly enough I know from experience. Please, please, please, I beg of you to never start. It's never worth it no matter how you currently feel.
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
