I broke

Due to the stress

And the pain

And the guilt

I have caused myself.

I finally lost it. 

My thighs are covered. 

And I have a terrible word in my arm. 

I'm admitting to it. 

For a few reasons. 

The first. 

Without my knowing. 

Someone important to me. 

Has done nearly the same thing to himself. 

To show me. 

That he means it when he says. 

"A cut in you. 

Is one in me."

This has caused me to feel awful. 

But I know he did it to make me see. 

This is not the way to deal with pain. 

The second. 

I ordered blades awhile ago. 

And have made countless empty promises,

To get rid of them. 

And never did. 

Well. 

Now,

I'm going to give up all of them. 

They are nice. 

And work great... 
Which is terrible to say. 

But I'm done with them. 

I'd prefer to give them to my other sister. 

(Sorry Sis...) 

But I don't know when I will be able to. 

So.

There it is. 

Please don't be to upset. 

Author's Note

This isn't really suppose to be a super awesome poem. Just a thing.