**Self-Harm Trigger Warning...Do not read this post if you struggle with self-harm**
What do I do with all this pain? Where do I put it? Cutting fits it neatly into little straight lines. When I cut, it has a place to go. For a moment, it goes into the breath I take and the gasp I make when I feel the cut. The breath and the gasp hold the pain for a moment, taking the burden of its weight away from me...for just a moment...I can breathe.
My mind is buzzing with the sensation of the sharp little blade moving across my skin, and there is no room for thoughts...thoughts of wanting Mom, thoughts of loneliness and emptiness, thoughts of self-hate and inadequacies. I only focus on one blade making one cut...and the electrifying sensation that it brings...for a moment...and after the moment is over, I make another cut. It is so sad.
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