sometimes
when everyone around me is out of control and nothing is going right, I like to purge and cut because it’s the only thing that I can control and it distracts me from external pain
it’s easier to blame myself for everything, it’s easier to tell myself “they’ll be happy when I’m thin”
self harm is like an old friend
when times get dark and confusing
when I feel emotions that I don’t understand
when people push me back into the darkness
when people say things to me, words that are as sharp as the stabbing knife
the blade is always there
waiting
the irish government doesn’t trust me with making decisions about my body therefore they decide for me
(Source: something-quiet)
breathe me
be my friend..
hold me, wrap me up
unfold me, I am small
warm me up
…and breathe me
