Confessions of a Self Harmer

Friends.
But barely.
She watches me.
Studies my every move.
Holds me too much.
Hugs me too long.
Talks to Anthony about me.
Says she’s trying to “protect me”.
From who?
She doesn’t get it.
She doesn’t understand.
I thought she could.
And Anthony?
I’m starting to hate him too.
They talk in notes.
About my hobby.
It’s mine!
They don’t know anything.
Don’t they get it?
Cutting is all I have.
I sound pathetic.
I know I do.
I sound so stupid.
But…it’s true.
Cutting is all I have.
It’s how I get out all of my bad.
After the games.
After the fights.
After the blame.
After everything.
Cutting is mine.
I’m in control.
And no one will take that away.