Author: breakingtwilight PM
I almost broke my promise to myself. Then again, maybe I did. Written 1.30.07.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 109 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-12-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2360934
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I promised myself that I would never start cutting.
I've seen what it does.
"It's like a drug," she told me.
Part of me wants to break that promise so badly.
Part of me is grateful that I don't have the courage to do so.
All I can bring myself to do at this point
is take a Swiss Army knife
and slowly scratch away the skin on my hand
in the shape of a cross.
My rational side tries to pretend
that it's a reminder.
It's a reminder, all right—
of just how weak I am.