"And I'm going to take this."
She takes away it all.
My hairties, pencils, anything sharp.
She doesn't want me hurting myself.
But it's the only thing that helps.
"Where do you keep getting these from?"
Growing angry.
Taking them wont help,
There are always more ways to hurt myself.
To help with the pain,
The anxiety.
Taking this away isn't making anything better,
Just making my desperation worse.
