I made a promise to myself
that even when the pain gets really bad,
I would never again resort to the blade.
I am not sure why I am doing this,
but it feels like there is no other way
and it becomes the only friend to hear me,
to heal me.
I can no longer make such promises,
they would only be white lies
in order to protect the ones I love
Sometimes, breathing is just not enough
to feel alive inside,
and when I am burning my skin,
in a place that no one can see,
it feels like I am turning myself indestructible,
training my heart to be tougher -
to become a heart that can't be broken!
