The thing about self-harm is
People act like it's a phase
For attention
Or a sign of weakness.
If it were a phase
Why don't we grow out of it?
If it were for attention
Why do we hide it as best we can?
If we were weak
How would we even be able to
Drag that blade across our skin
In the first place?
It sickens me
When people tell me I'm a freak
Or label me as a "cutter"
Because I am a human being
Capable of many different things
Just because I happen
To hate myself to such an extensive point
That I'd take out the pain
Anger
And suffering
On my skin
Doesn't mean
I'm any less of a person
Than someone who doesn't.
I have scars
Covering my arms, thighs, and hips
From a time not so long ago
Where I couldn't cope.
Just because I have scars
Doesn't mean things aren't getting better
Because the truth is
I am a lot better than I was before.
I am happier
Stronger
And more willing to fight
Till I win this war.
Months ago
I couldn't have said the same thing
To anyone
I would've said,
"It's too hard"
But not anymore.
Just because
I have depression and anxiety
Doesn't mean I'm inferior
It doesn't mean
That I have less worth
Or no purpose in this world.
It just means
That every second
Of every day
I am fighting constantly
Trying to ward off the thoughts
That roam inside my head.
I am worth it
I am strong
I am recovering
And no one
On this entire world
Can make me believe
That I don't matter anymore
Because I know better now
I know that I do
It's the first time
I've been able to say this
And truly mean it
As these words roll off my tongue.
I am worth it
And so are you
Don't let them knock you down
They're already below you
Keep your chin up
You are more than the insults
More than the words
More than the pain
You are worth it.
