I wonder what its like to look at a pencil sharpener and not imagine the feel of the blade cutting into your thighs.
Self harm is more than what you think. You self harm once. Just once. Even if you vow never to do it again. You will. You’ll cut for no reason. You’ll just want to. You’ll get addicted. You’ll feel the need to wherever you are. When the blade hits your body. When it breaks your skin. The blood starts dripping out of the wound and you feel relieved. It’s a disease.
Reblog this if you care. If you’re willing to talk to anyone who needs your help. x: