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Self harm is a struggle I've been over, I tell myself.
Knifes are in my room and there's nothing off about it.
Knifes are not the reason people get hurt, someone always had to hold the knife.
A scalpel, a box cutter, I'm an artsy type of person. I like being creative.
Is it intrusive thoughts, that keep asking me to cut, or is it the child I once was, that demands I keep cutting as long as it will bleed.
Scars fade, but I can still see them.
Is that a reason to cut again, to renew old wounds.
I didn't stop because it hurt, I didn't stop because I got help, I stopped because of shame.
Why shame, why not something sweeter. Why not the caring touch of my mother?
I've never talked about it to anyone, why would I.
There's nothing to talk about. I don't have a self harm problem.
I'm over that.