self-harm

i made my self bleed then forced myself to sleep.

i caused more pain then gains.

i made myself do stupid things because i thought they’d help me.

i slit my wrists, i broke my parents heart.

i taught myself that doing the wrong things would help me get far.

but here i am 8 months later, clean without no self harm.

i feel so much better but seeing these scars make me wanna become bitter.

i’m sick of the temptation but then i realise my thoughts are just an irritation.

im fighting with my mind, hoping when i’ll be right.

nothing will be light until i end this night.