He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he gaze long into the abyss... only to find his own reflection.

Confessions of a Cutter (Self-Harm)

My new scar is gaping open. I'm going to leave it. Shit-- But I know what I am now. And this open wound will remind me.

I hold the razor in my hand-- I imagine scoring it across my flesh-- Creating more gaping wounds on my chest.

Writing Down the Pain
I'd like just once to fall asleep feeling good about myself. Just once. Drunken stupors do not count.