the moment you see a blade and your first thought is cut. the moment you see a flame and your first thought is burn. the moment you’re up high and your first thought is jump. the moment you look at medicine and your first thought is how many it would take to overdose. the moment you are in a crowded room and your first thought is I’m all alone. the moment you wake up and your first thought is I can’t take this anymore.
That’s the moment you know you’re broken
People always say that cutting, and other forms of self harm are for attention. Bullshit. Maybe some people start doing it for that reason, but they aren’t going to hide it, or cut deep, they are going to go around showing it off. Cutting is an addiction. Just like any other addiction. You hide it. Lie about it. And it only gets worse.
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you know what i think cutter needs? love. a person that will kiss you no matter how many scars you have, hold you whenever you wanna cut, tell you everything will be okay when you’ve cut even though you said you wouldn’t, a person who can support you instead of freak out when they see blood from your arm, a person who can give you love no matter what you’ve done or how much you wanna cut or die.
