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Self-Harm Out of my hands,
can't control anything anymore.
An edgy mess,
why is everything falling apart?
About to snap,
walking on thin ice,
a ticking time bomb,
waiting to go off.
Over the edge,
the end is near.
The blade's sweet caress,
it's promise runs deep,
a sweet melody played in silence.
Weight of the world is pressing me down,
on the verge of breaking,
none of the pieces fit anymore.
How do you solve a problem,
when you don't know the question?
How do you hold water in your hands,
when it flows like sand through my fingers.
Time ticks by,
no outlet, serching for release.
Tension is building,
a scream burns in my throat,
aching to turn free.
Tell me how to solve this,
when my voice goes unheard.
Want it all to be over with,
can't cover my eyes and ears.
When will it end,
I seek solace once again.
are these feelings true? do you really do these kinds of things? like cutting? i dont fully understand why people try to do things like that. i tried once but i didnt understand why. i hope things get better for you.