my one true friend

self-harm was my only real friend since i was born i didn’t know at first who she was but then i realized-when biting my fingernails started to hurt, but i didn’t stop. then she changed-evolved i didn’t know how to let my feelings out, so i turned to her i still bit my nails, and it still hurt but then i started taking out my anger on the objects around me, and myself. and she’s still changing. when i’m not biting my nails, im hitting myself. when im not hitting myself, im biting my nails till my cuticles are bloody and red. now, when i’m not pulling out my hair, im cutting and when im not cutting, im pulling bald spots into my hair. after all she’s don’t to me. i still run back to her when it gets bad, over, and over again.