Strength

I used to think I needed help to stop this self harming craze. But today I realize I love the way my blood runs from my veins. It reminds me that I have the strength, to live, to die. I may cut, its my way to survive. You can sit here and cry because I must hurt myself. And I'll try to hide this part from you cause you think I want to die. You have your drugs, I have my scissors. We all harm ourselves to survive. There will never be a day were I truly want to die. Nothing hurts worse then suicide. Trust me, I'd never leave you. But know, this is like ecstasy the way the steal lets me be free. Find some clarity some peace. I dont cut to realase the pain, or to play some childish game, with life or death.