Self
harm is serious.
Five cuts or a hundred. Scratches or deep wounds. Barley
visible or scars for life. The pain that a person
feels when they take that blade to their skin is not
determined by the seriousness of their scars. They're all
killing pain with pain. Every cut tells a story, and
behind every single one of them lays more pain then someone
from the outside could ever begin to understand. The smallest
scratch can hold hours of tears and hatred;
the frustration and hopelessness can't
be measured in blood. They will all see their
reflection in the mirror and everyday be reminded of what
they have done to themselves. They will all make
excuses for wearing long sleeves or not going for a swim.
They will all know both the reliefs and the
regrets of this brutal addiction. Self
harm is a disease of the mind, and the amount of scars
on the outside does not show the amount of suffering
on the inside.
