They're hidden underneath clothes but you know exactly where they are on you. You remember every second of you giving them to yourself. You've gotten craftier at hiding your craft. You grow paranoid and it's harder to hide what you do. Worry fills your thoughts. What if you get caught? What if they notice you need more bandages and disinfectants? What if they ask why? You go over these questions constantly and they keep you alert. Yet you keep it secret and no one will know. That thought is the worst of them all.
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Suicide, Depression and Self-harm Quotes
RandomPoems and parts about suicide, self-harm, etc. *trigger warning* Some entries contain material not suited for some viewers, read at your own risk
