Self harm for sleep

by Haley Holt   Mar 12, 2013


I get so mad. I start to cry. I want to cut. I don't know why. It feels so good, the warmth of blood, the way it stings, you don't understand the amount of comfort that it brings. However, This shits not for attention, I have problems, a serious condition. Here is my confession, somethings eating me alive- depression.

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