Donāt glamorise self harm.
Nobody is going to think youāre beautiful or interesting.
You wonāt appear to be mysterious or poetic.
You will be covered in scars, they will not fade.
People will think youāre a fucking monster, or that youāre crazy.
Youāll push everyone and everything out of your life that promotes recovery.
Youāll lose your shit with your family or friends when they try and make you stop.
Youāll feel sick to your stomach when people ask you what youāve done, and youāll feel even worse when they ask why.
Youāll stop going out. Every invitation you get to socialise you will turn down, people will eventually stop asking. Youāll be left alone, and nobody will come back.
Youāll become nasty. A day without your blades will leave you irritable and you will violently lash out at anybody who asks you what is wrong.
Eventually you wonāt have a reason, youāll be cutting yourself, burning your self, abusing yourself just to feel normal. You thought that people who let themselves get addicted to crack were crazy, didnāt you? Well now youāre just like them, except you never get the high youāre after anymore.
It wonāt feel good forever. Youāll never get better. The urges will not fucking leave you. Even when youāve been clean for a year, the smallest thing can bring you back to the brink of the dark spiral that will once again ruin your happiness, and youāll let it.
Donāt glamorise self harm. Killing your body is not beautiful, learning to love yourself is.
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