Confessions of a Self Harmer

Control.
What is it?
I thought I had it.
And I do.
I have control of what emotion I feel when I cut.
However, I have no control over how much I cut.
And maybe I’m okay with that.
What I’m not okay with, is always having to cover up.
To be conscience.
To make sure no one sees.
Bracelets cover it.
I’ve even gone as far as to make them out of thick cloth.
The cuts are moving up my arm.
Overlapping sometimes.
Thank God for long sleeves, right?
Thank God for my seasonal timing.
In the winter, no one asks why your arms are covered.
Everyone’s arms are covered in the winter.
But what about when things heat up?