StandUpTogether

Dear self harm, I am writing to thank you for your help over the past few years. You have helped me through a lot of my problems throughout my life. But I'm not sure if I can go on seeing you. We met that one night a few years back in my bedroom. It was surprising how we just clicked like that. We're perfect for eachother. Whenever I was angry, you could always calm me down. Whenever I was upset, you'd replace my tears. Whenever I needed you, you were always there. You are my best friend. You are my hero. You are my saviour. But then our relationship started going badly. I began to start using you. I insisted on you being there even whe

I knew a boy. He cried himself to sleep every night, and the rings around his eyes didn’t match his soft-spoken words, and Shame tailed him like a shadow; his closest and only friend. I knew a boy. He scribbled jagged promises on the inside of his arms his elbows the backs of his knees so he wouldn’t forget, wouldn’t get too close. … I knew a boy. But not anymore.