No more cuts
No more lies
No more, "oh, the cat scratched me" or "It was an accident"
I'm wound free!
I once began thinking that all I would ever need was my friend.
My friend being my blade.
Turns out I was wrong.
There's more to life than wanting to cut.
As much as I loved the rush...
The crimson red falling from my wrist...
I seeked help
Or rather help seeked me
And for that I am grateful
For now I lead such a good life without it.
To all of you who think to yourself everyday that no one cares
There is always someone somewhere caring and thinking about you
Someone somewhere you don't know admires you
One day you will come across that someone
And feel grateful you didn't go down the road you were heading!
Please tell me what you think
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that is so very true. Someone always wants to help. no matter how far away they are. my biggest help is clear on the other side of the country
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