I remember that feeling so well. Even now when I think I've gotten better it's just under the surface.

maybe it never leaves. maybe once you've carved into you skin it just never leaves.

Sad but true

love your poem

it may be unfinished but it speaks more then a finished poem could

I'll be extremely honest. Recently, I've felt this strange urge to harm myself. Not scratch myself just to watch myself bleed, but to make myself feel intense physical pain. I don't know if it's cos I think it can overpower the other type of pain I feel inside, or if it's because I hate myself and want to see myself.. I dunno... imperfect? It's complicated, I guess...